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Always wanted to use that lyric as a blog title.
Anyhoo, the second notable thing I did today was set fire to my fringe via our explosive grill. Cue much helpful pointing out of the fact from my husband, many tears from the toddler (mostly because he was two inches behind me just as I leapt back), and a square inch of frizzled scalp. Luckily it doesn't show too badly. I'd like to pretend I didn't care about my looks, but going around looking like I've lost my way back to Silent Hill is a bit much even for my flagrant disregard of the external.
The first thing I did was decide to hand my resignation in at the garden centre. Lots of reasons: more time with the offspring, a nagging feeling of guilt fed by my aunt's horror that I make my husband drop the child off ONCE A FORTNIGHT OMG!!!!, and the general difficulty of scheduling a fixed day of week with two busy babysitters and an absent-minded busy executive.
Only the first of those has any great bearing, but the combination makes me think there's more pain than gain in it at the moment. On a personal level, I'm not bitter. I'm struggling to deal with the loss of a big part of my identity and self-esteem tied up in holding down a steady job, but that's not all bad. Other things will happen. On a global scale, I wonder if it's this difficult for me, how hard must it be for other mothers with more pressing financial needs and less family support? The world sucks.
Anyhoo, the second notable thing I did today was set fire to my fringe via our explosive grill. Cue much helpful pointing out of the fact from my husband, many tears from the toddler (mostly because he was two inches behind me just as I leapt back), and a square inch of frizzled scalp. Luckily it doesn't show too badly. I'd like to pretend I didn't care about my looks, but going around looking like I've lost my way back to Silent Hill is a bit much even for my flagrant disregard of the external.
The first thing I did was decide to hand my resignation in at the garden centre. Lots of reasons: more time with the offspring, a nagging feeling of guilt fed by my aunt's horror that I make my husband drop the child off ONCE A FORTNIGHT OMG!!!!, and the general difficulty of scheduling a fixed day of week with two busy babysitters and an absent-minded busy executive.
Only the first of those has any great bearing, but the combination makes me think there's more pain than gain in it at the moment. On a personal level, I'm not bitter. I'm struggling to deal with the loss of a big part of my identity and self-esteem tied up in holding down a steady job, but that's not all bad. Other things will happen. On a global scale, I wonder if it's this difficult for me, how hard must it be for other mothers with more pressing financial needs and less family support? The world sucks.
