If you'd asked me, three days ago, what were the things that I thought could potentially go wrong with this whole workingmumof3 thing I'd have said:
- I might not like my job any more; or
- One or all of the girls might get ill and then I can't go to work because I have to stay home and look after them; or
- One or all of the girls might be difficult about nursery
Work was ok, dull but ok. My big boss is on holiday so there isn't really much for me to do at the moment which is probably a good thing as I think I've forgotten most of what I ever knew. It was nice to see people, but I can't say I was filled with delight at being there. It was just a job.
So that's maybe half.
And the other two we've got right on the money: L is acting up big time; she refused to come home from nusery last night and refused to go there this morning. She made her feelings clear as only a two-year-old can. And A and S have conjunctivitis, are on antibiotics and not allowed in the nursery.
So hence here I am, 10 am, day 2 of my resumed career, sitting at home on the sofa with flip flops on.