If we were out for drinks or coffee and you asked what was happening with me right now, this is what I’d tell you….

My week has been fuelled by coffee, berocca and mild (not really mild at all) panic about how much there is to do before I go away and yes I do realise that this has made me significantly less fun to be around this week.

Because work has been so busy, I’ve been leaving the house by 7.15am and leaving work somewhere between 6pm and 7pm, I don’t much care for the hours but being in the office before 8.30am has been good and I think that I’ll try to get into the habit again.

I’ll also tell you how happy I am that we’re getting a third person in the team and that the person we’re getting is the person I used as the model of what we need. Sometimes things just work and I’m so pleased that we have the right person and that they are excited about working with us. I’ll also tell you that the whole having to step up and manage a team without actually being their manager is going to be a stretch but it’s what my manager wants me to do and it’s a good stretch for my work brain!

While we were talking about work, I’d tell you that I really loathe mardy* people but I especially loathe it when it’s in a office setting because work is not the place for mardy-ness and yes I have been dealing with someone acting like this all week. Also isn’t mardy a good word.

I’d tell you how much I’m looking forward to tomorrow and our holiday. I’d tell you that there are very few people I would happily be in a car with for 7 ish hours but Ma is one of them.

I’d tell you about how much I’m looking forward to old castles, big sky and Barter Books

It won’t be this sunny but I don’t really care…

I’d also tell you about the various children running around the edges of my life. That Oli is starting school next week, that the twins went back to school yesterday and are not happy about it! That I babysat for Kathy and Adam’s two on Saturday and got kissed goodnight (there are reasons that this is a big deal and it’s more than I get from Oli!). Also how strange it is, that combination of sad and right that they are all growing up and getting big and turning into themselves. It’s a privilege to watch them (and watch over them as needed) but it really makes me aware of time passing and I now I get how our parents feel about us!

Which would lead neatly on to Ryan because he’s all grown up (well as much as he’s going to be) but part of me can’t shake the feeling that he’s actually still little. We had coffee on Saturday because I basically ambushed him at work (he works in Ealing so it’s easy to do) and that’s probably the most effective way of getting to see him.

Then exhausted by the effort of talking for so long, I’d probably fall asleep because I tons of fun to be around at the moment!

What would you tell me?

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*Mardy is a word that I get from my mum who got it from her mum, it’s a midlands/yorkshire word for and used for people who are (this is what wiki says) awkward; uncooperative; bad tempered; whiny; aloof; stroppy, moody, miserable or sulking like a small child.