This week was a difficult one to choose a word for.
It’s been the usual mix of busy, chaos, disorder, forgetfulness, and general parenthood.
Of family life there’s been soft play parties, parent taxi services, play dates, tantrums and love.
Probate arrived this week, which feels like a lifetime in paperwork but in reality it’s been a more straightforward process than most.
Coincidentally it arrived on the same way as an accepted offer on the flat, which means the pile of Solicitor’s paperwork I had been putting off has now been addressed.
At the same time, there’s been work. There’s been a quarterly claim as well as the conclusion of an audit.
It doesn’t get any easier.
One of my team has been rewarded with a much deserved promotion, so it’s been the final claim and we’ve started planning her departure… before I blinked we’ve reached two weeks notice.
And for me, I’m back to being frustrated with my weight, trying to come up with new ways to quit the snacking.
And so I spent a night organising freezer bags with varying fruits and leaves, in the hope that smoothies will replace one of my meals.
All in all, it’s been ok.
I’ve finished my book, bought a couple more; I’ve spent a little time thinking about where my blog is going; and I’m sort of feeling a sense of peace… dare I say control… probably not… so here goes, my word of the week: