It’s difficult to know where to start this week. It ended with Mr J receiving a phone call which is so difficult to begin to absorb- recent weeks have seen so much heart-wrenching news, this week took it to a new level. It’s hard to know where to start.
The week also saw a difficult week at work, expected yet unexpected changes are afoot. I shouldn’t be bitter but typically someone saw fit to leak the news to the media before people found out directly the changes would impact their lives. It’s been tough.
And again, it’s difficult to know where to begin. Which battles to fight, which opportunities to welcome.
In all of this, of course, Little Loves offers some much-needed grounding.
The answer to this is shamefully woeful. I managed, despite the voices in my head telling me to quit now, to submit something for my university assignments this week. Typically the deadline was the morning after the announcement of the day before. So I had to dig deep to put final touches to the submission in a hotel room where Pimms had been bought to help me absorb.
It’s not big or clever on a Wednesday evening.
I’m not going to talk about music this week, I’m going to talk about my wonderful husband.
There are times when I’m working away that I phone my husband just because I want him to listen to me. Because I want him to agree with me, because I am playing the “woe is me” card.
This week, I heard my husband put me to shame. I phoned him expecting sympathy, empathy. He just showed absolute enthusiasm.
There has naturally been so much distress this week at work. Uncertainty and change is in front of us. And it feels (because it is) only two years since the last time we were here.
But this time, rather than leaving me in charge of decisions, Mr J encouraged me to think wider than my instinctive response.
And I’ve been so grateful for his advice. That to look at a situation from the perspective of positivity makes it easier to find the energy to get the right result. Trying to fight a situation with a negative approach probably won’t win any battles.
My three, after marching in Rhoose’s Remembrance Service.
— Debbie (@anorganisedmess) November 12, 2017
Oh my heart brimeth over.
This week, Mr J and I watched all three little Johnson’s march as part of the Remembrance Sunday parade as Cubs and Beavers. The boys have been so excited about this as usually CM has marched separately to us.
B and E were also responsible for placing a cross as part of the service. Alongside some Scouts they were encouraged to salute. It was a ridiculously proud moment as they grow to understand the importance of the day.
As usual, it’s a bit of a stretch, but this week I wore a Cabin Zero backpack to work.
I admit that I have something verging on OCD. I really don’t know what it is. Apart from I do like to think it’s just efficiency.
I have set places to stand on train platforms; to know which staircase to use to ensure there’s standing room as the doors open on the underground. It gets worse. But I think I’ll leave it there.
Added to this I have an ever-growing suite of luggage. Work bags for days where I will be home in the evening, luggage for nights away, two nights away, three nights away. Luggage for flights, luggage for flights which include flying back to London and a train home.
And after growing embarrassed by the increasing number of people I trip up with my wheelie-cases (along with how quickly my wheels wear thin), I’ve become a fan of back-packs. So I am loving the Cabin Zero bag which I’ve been sent to review. A front pocket which fits all work belongings is essential to me. I don’t want fellow commuters to see how much I carry with me on my nights away. In addition the Cabin Zero bag has inner pockets so I can separate my dirty clothes, wash bag, make up.
And that my boss only increased her compliments for my bag (to the point taking it home with her was mentioned) only ticks more boxes.
With Christmas crafting plans in place, I’ve been putting thought to making sure I’m ready for B & E turning 7 in January. I’ve learned the hard way that the invites need to go out before the Christmas break and that they might be muddled with Christmas cards.
So I hope I’ve met their brief. And I’ve ruled out any chance of them getting muddled with a greeting card.
We’ve been making plans for a Nerf themed party. I hope they’re going to love the invite I have planned.
I’m off out tonight. My parents are due home tonight. These two matters are not linked but my nights out for the past month have been inadvertently (despite best efforts) linked with working away.
I’d say it has been a tough week. For me it has. But wholly because everything has just come from left-field. I know we have some difficult weeks, and months to come.
Fortunately Little Loves does leave me appreciating the good we have.