Today I did an hour’s work, then fought Bernard into his clothes, then took him swimming, then walked up into town where we got pasties for our lunch, and ate them as we walked on to the Children’s Centre. We stopped for ten minutes at the playground, because we were running a bit early, and then we went in and set up our breastfeeding drop-in.
Two hours later we walked back into town to go to the bank, then walked home at toddler speed, as the alternative was for him to fall asleep in the pushchair, and it was far too late in the day for that. One circuit of the church, a train, five garage doors and many, many doorsteps later, we reached home. Five minutes outside with the plastic ride-on Ferrari was stretched for as long as possible, and I finally managed to drag him into the house.
Next up: make tea for Bernard, return a telephone message, unpack the new veg box (trialling Riverford, as Abel & Cole just added a delivery charge on top of their recent price increase), feed the cat, hang up the laundry, wash up last night’s plates and this morning’s breakfast, and keep a lid on the simmering toddler until Pete gets home.
And… a glass of wine.
…..a women’s work is never done……x