I have forgotten what 'spare time' is. My daily routine has been up before 6, morning routine with the kids, work (which has been an intense deluge of demands for reports), pickup kids, feed kids, bedtime kids, feed DH and at 9pm or thereabouts start work on one of the two voluntary things I do... either spreadsheeting finances or writing business plans and funding applications until the small hours. Weekends have been a mix of packing up half the house before the plasterers move in next week, or packing up what feels like the other half of the house for holiday, with occasional dashes to the plot.
What makes me happy? Yesterday I finished the last of the urgent reports for work. I have packaged up and passed on everything that needs touching while I'm away. Last night I finally got up to date enough on the voluntary work. I finished the last cheque, the business plan and the funding application. This morning at 5.30am I went to the plot and got everything ready to survive without me for a bit.
Tomorrow we go on holiday. I have told everyone I will not be back in regular email contact till September.
I am caught up, and I am freeeeeeeeee!
What makes me happy? Yesterday I finished the last of the urgent reports for work. I have packaged up and passed on everything that needs touching while I'm away. Last night I finally got up to date enough on the voluntary work. I finished the last cheque, the business plan and the funding application. This morning at 5.30am I went to the plot and got everything ready to survive without me for a bit.
Tomorrow we go on holiday. I have told everyone I will not be back in regular email contact till September.
I am caught up, and I am freeeeeeeeee!
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