Sunday, 8 July 2012

Back to normality...of a sort

Well, I've made it. Just. Back for my first full week of work, after the birth of tiny Martini. Shattered? Of course. Shock to the system? You bet. But the chance to meet Boris and Dame Kelly Holmes (again) in the same week? Definitely worth it. 

On Monday, I did wonder how I was going to get through the week. Tiny is still waking up about once a night, although she no longer feeds - I think she just wants to say hello - and she needs a bit of soothing to get back to sleep. This is no problem if you can take it easy when you get up (and generally loll about in your pyjamas). Not so if you have to get up, attempt to actually look more pulled together than someone who's been pulled through a hedge backwards, feed three children, sterlise bottles, empty the dishwasher and get out of the door by 7.40am. Thank God for the nanny is all I can say. 

Someone who's been pulled through a hedge backwards
Boris was an absolute legend, by the way. Totally off message, he wanders around in his cycling helmet and speaks to everyone - he's very engaging. And hilarious. And he really does ride around on his bike (being a cynical PR, I assumed that was all staged. I can confirm it isn't). 

It's definitely tough to leave Tiny at such a young age, it's not long until September - and then it will all be over. And I can have the rest of the year off, to enjoy a well-earned break. Something tells me that, by that time, I'll need it. 

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