Yesterday started at 3:15 am as I heard little feet running towards my bedroom and jumping across me, while I still had drool coming out of my mouth. Seconds later, I had a little person get as close as one could without climbing onto me and hold on for reassurance as a bad dream for the third night running awoke him.
By 4 am, with knees tucked into my spine, I forced myself to stumble to the toilet, hoping I aimed directly in. I climbed up the smallest ladder and made my way into a bed with superhero sheets and a million stuffed toys to try and fall back to sleep, before waking to my 5:30 alarm.
Rolled into the office to open emails, sort bills and copy wedding from drive to drive.
After showering, getting two small people washed and making them breaky while drinking my coffee, I stopped in front of the gin cupboard staring, which felt like forever, wishing. But seconds later I came back to reality.
I grabbed the shopping bag and was out the door by 7:30am to line up with all the silver foxes, who are hoping to grab a bargain - or have probably been awake since 4am due to their small bladders.
Finally, pushing a few out of my way, I made the rounds twice as I forgot a few things off the list that the wife so kindly wrote, but never left my pocket. I made a mad dash back home to offload, and went back on the road into the depths of Ipswich for a business meeting about moving forward into the next decade.
Thinking it would be a brilliant idea, I made a stop at Costa knowing I had 22 minutes before my appointment with only a five-minute drive down the road. With only three in the queue, I waited 22 minutes to grab three specialty coffees and ‘re-waited’ as they got my order wrong. Now late for my meeting - but the coffee was in hand.
Downing the drinks and eating cake while talking business, my watch was vibrating madly. I looked at it, only to realise that it was endless spam. I ventured back home, arriving about midday with a good five hours of editing ahead before putting my clothes back on, grabbing the kids Beavers and Brownies outfits, stuffing my face with a snack and heading down the road.
I volunteered to attend Beavers as a helper - which was interesting. I headed back home with just one child so that I could hose him down before listening to him read, practice spellings and a short story, but I was interrupted as child number-two arrived back home - which needed sorting out too.
They are both tucked away in bed as I prepare my dinner (solo, as the wife has plans for the evening) but didn’t have long to eat as I had a phone meeting booked in for 8pm and another for 9pm. Once I ended the last meeting, I continued to edit some more before the wife arrived home and we filled each other in on one another’s day. I tucked the wife into bed as I continued to edit into the night...
And this was just a Thursday.