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Friday, 3 January 2014

Madagascar 2 & sleeping TD

Is it wrong to watch Madagascar 2 even though toddler-daughter is in bed? I'm a happy-ending lass at heart so naturally disposed to kids' films over a horror - a bad day doesn't seem so bad if lions can dance and a giraffe and hippo can fall in love.

I've already trained toddler-daughter in the art of tellyviewing, and she can easily pay attention to a full fifteen minute Sooty episode while I blog, or watch twenty minutes of Elmo on youtube on the bus going into nursery.

In the right dose, television has earned its status.

Another pre-alarm start

Woke only 15 minutes before the alarm this morning and seriously contemplated going back to sleep for another fifteen minutes - it's cold and dark outside, people.

I guess the novelty of returning to work has worn off. At least it's Friday, and though I'm working over the weekend even I can manage 11-2 without much fuss.

Maybe even toddler-daughter will wake me up tomorrow.

Thursday, 2 January 2014

Lunch break!

For the first time in a long while I had a lunch break today, as toddler-daughter (TD) has spent the day with both her grandparents and not in the office nursery.

Usually I'm trying to save time by starting earlier and shortening my lunch-break so I can leave early to pick up TD and give us a head start on the rush hour buses and evening routine of tea, play, bath, bottle, bed before we repeat the process tomorrow. 

But today I have to stay until 5 pm, so I had a leisurely start (okay, an extra 10 minutes) and time to straighten my hair AND apply a little BB cream this morning, and as TD is being swapped over by grandparents this afternoon, I don't have the guilt of needing to relieve one set after eight hours with an energetic toddler.

As I work in an office in the city centre, this meant I could: pop into Fat Face to try to pick up an order that has been circulating for a week (not in, will have to try again tomorrow and seriously reconsider shopping there), call into M&S for a birthday present, milk and sweet & salty popcorn, and browse Sale window displays.

But because I'm a Mummy I did all this in 40 minutes and came back to my desk early!

However, I did swap my normal tea for a milky choco-latte in the staff room, just because I could. 



Twas the day after New Year...

Woke naturally at 6.30, so after a seven minute indecision came downstairs for a quiet breakfast before Daddy and Toddler-Daughter wake. Cat out, kettle and chocolate chip brioche on, and the first morning back to work isn't as much of a shock to my 10-days-off-work body.

Hope you have a good start to a Thursday.

Wednesday, 1 January 2014

Time Management

Apparently, I have 5 hours spare each day.

Try this little calculation; feel free to work out on paper, on a child's chalk board, on the device you're reading this post on.

How many hours a week for the following activities....
  • Part-time work (not housework)
  • Commuting 
  • Housework (needs it's own category)
  • Exercise (it's January, the optimistic month)
  • TV (I was perhaps conservative on this) 
  • Sleep 
  • Cooking/Eating
  • Bathing 
  • Social/Family life (could split into two categories) 

Then take the number away from the 168 hours in a week, and divide the remaining by 7. 

What will you do with all this free time?

Or, what can you do to reclaim some time for you?  





Breakfast with Mummy

Introduced toddler-daughter to French Toast (Eggy Bread, Barb!) this morning, and I think she was impressed. Well, as impressed as she can be with food at the moment; a molar is claiming priority over eating.   She has just gone for her nap, which means I should use the time to take the tree down, but I'm making the most of my last day off with a cup of tea, before I return to the office tomorrow.

I can't complain, we've had a great sleep pattern for the last fortnight after a continual bout of coughing/running nose that we've had since she began nursery in September, and this Christmas TD has slept around twelve hours at night, with a good one-two hour nap during the day. She emulates a bear with her winter hibernation and thankfully inherited my sleep habits - her Dad enjoys six-seven hours a night, whereas I need about eight to nine  hours to be functional, plus an additional hour upon waking for my mind to catch up with my body. 

No such luxury tomorrow, however as we face our shock to the cozy Christmas routine, with awful weather and a seven am start for us all.   Will need my fair share of tea and biscuits (bourbons, please) to survive the twelve hours between awake and asleep.