I’ve been running physically and metaphorically all week, and I’m knackered! I’m even running late with this post for goodness sake.
This is my second week in my part time job, commuting into London, and I’m still trying to juggle my time to achieve that precious work-life-balance.
I want to squeeze as much time as I can either end of my day with the children, but this can come with consequences, namely running for something or after someone! Secondly my evening train has been brought forward three minutes to 17.47, however I have to leave the office & get the tube train at the same old time. Most days you’ll see me at 17.44 legging it from Baker Street to Marylebone, running in very inappropriate shoes, because no matter what happens I’m determined to get this train to get home and see the children before bedtime!
I’m also realising that I can no longer do the London walk. Londoners walk so very fast, and sometimes just to keep up with the pack I have to part run. There’s a definite ‘London walk’ which is full of pace & purpose, and I think I once had it but no longer.
It was parents evening on Thursday for Little Mister, which was lovely as me & Dadtired viewed his work in his classroom, met his teacher and saw his progress from nursery to Reception which is quite astonishing, especially when you consider he’s a summer boy baby. We are so proud of him as he has a brilliant work rate and is having success with his letters and phonics. But his writing and letter formation needs a boost, so along with other children he’ll be on an intensive course to help him catch up. Better do it now than to be running to catch up in year 1 where the demands are even greater.
One on hand I’m really pleased, but on the other hand he’s so young and already I feel he’s being institutionalised. His writing is legible but it’s not uniform; he may not put a flick on the bottom of his ‘u’ but dot his ‘i’ with a little dot, but it’s legible and consistent for a 4yo. But he’s happy and willing to learn, and that’s the most important thing.
I also feel like I’m running to keep up with all the extra-curricular elements to life, like this blog. So many things I want to write about, so many opportunities to capitalise on but I’m running late on the majority of them. But I wasn’t late on some things – my daughter’s birthday party at the weekend.
It was at the stables, so very cold. We spent the majority of the time running around the riding school to keep warm – parents, children and horses!
Hopefully I can catch up on myself this weekend, and be better ready for next week.
I'm Tracey, nice to meet you. Mummyshire was 'born' three years ago after we moved from London to the Oxford countryside. Here I chart our journey adjusting to our new lives, the challenges of being in the countryside & surviving parenthood.