In the midst of the summer holidays, in the randomness of working and living, I was surprised to reflect and find this as my word of the week:
I ended up working three hours on Sunday night, with the hope of enjoying my two days.
I returned to work on Wednesday, and spent Wednesday evening sighing loudly as I reflected on all that had passed in one day, Mr J was quite concerned, he let me watch 'The Great British Bake Off' without complaint.
And then there was yesterday, sitting on a train due into London Paddington just before nine, being kicked off it at Ealing Broadway at just before 10.
And the reality. I got lots done on that train journey.
And the hope, that from next Wednesday I have eight days off, I need to work the Friday, but then I have another four days away from work.
It is probably not the best use of the summer holidays, but whilst my little mischief makers are content together, I have managed to declutter the office (again), to clear and make plans, to make it mine,and create a balance in the content of my office- between 'work' and family life.
And so, between clearing out, getting work done, planning for some proper time off, and enjoying time with, and time observing my little people- well I have my word of the week.
You can catch up on some of the others at The Reading Residence.