urgh.
Random downloading of thoughts to follow:
If I had blogged last night, the title would have been OW! Carrying a sleeping Small (who, let’s face it, is really rather not small, and quite past the stage of being carried from a car asleep) up to bed last night, I bent over to put him down, trod on something under his bed, started to fall, realised I was going to slam into the wall, with him hitting first headfirst, somehow twisted round and landed on the wooden end of his bed with my right thigh. I didn’t notice I’d wrenched my back until several minutes later 🙁
Today my back is merely stiff, but my thigh is very painful.
Tomorrow is my last day in the office. I’m working from home on Friday, and then doing overtime on Sunday to support a customer golive. This particular customer is using a part of the system I’ve never even seen in action, so precisely how much support I’m going to be offering I’m not sure, but at least I’m offering it at double time 🙂 I’ve had many colleagues already on the phone saying goodbye, and one from the shift team saying farewell in person today, as he’s working from home tomorrow. I’ve just realised that I’m not going to see the night shift team again – they finish at 8 in the morning, and I haven’t seen them all week.
I don’t like last days. I don’t like the run up to last days, having to explain what Montessori is (over and over again!) and what I’m going to be doing. My boss doesn’t like the fact that I’m going, and keeps saying “you can change your mind”. Hm. Yes. After days like today I think not, I threatened to put a sign up on the side of my puter and mark off the hours on it!
Small is being very creative again. He drew a picture of Wolverine stabbing someone. That led to an interesting conversation at school! At least it wasn’t in colour, so there was no blood. 🙄 The picture of Jesus on the cross was in colour though, although as it was from the back perspective it wasn’t too graphic. Was quite surprised at how well he draws objects with other objects behind them, if you see what I mean – this was a wooden cross with bits of arms, legs and body showing at either side. They’d been watching a dvd about Easter it seems.
Have realised that I am being unnecessarily negative and harsh with Big again – realised this when started to ask Small to be gentle (as he ran headfirst into tender bits of my anatomy again – it’s his way of saying hello) and she apologised for slamming the door. She assumes that anything negative I say is addressed at her. Must learn to be more positive. Is it too late? Will she just remember her childhood as one long rant of “not like that?”
I don’t really remember my childhood. The things I do remember the rest of my family deny. I remember coming home from school and getting my play clothes down off the washing line, changing into them behind the house and going off to play without seeing a parent. Which does seem slightly unlikely as my mother didn’t really work out of the house when I was young. Except at the lockup shop we had, and that was a couple of hundred yards away, although there was a road to cross.
Did I say random outpouring of thoughts? Don’t say you weren’t warned 😉
Must go get something to eat. My appetite always departs at this time of month, which is probably good for the half hearted attempt at weight loss I’ve engaged in, but not all that good for the rest of me. Hohum.
Oh, isn’t comping terribly addictive? 😀
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