Word of the Week #WotW

In some cases it’s been a case of ‘Phew, let normal service resume’.

But there’s this silence, where my 45 minutes during the day, between playschool and nursery, are no longer broken up by the burst of boys, where I don’t need to apologise to colleagues for 4 year olds conversation during conference calls.

Instead even customers are asking why it’s so quiet when they know I’m working from home.

We have a new pace, a new normal.
Where instead of the hubby sorting everything in the mornings and me just getting on with work, 
I bring the little people down and let them get on with breakfast.
He takes over and gets them ‘school ready’.
And I pop them round the corner to school and am back before anyone notices I’ve been missing from my desk.

I’ve probably done more school runs this year than I did in the whole of last.
One drop off and one pick up does make for a far easier life.

And whilst mum and dad being away, and only for a week so far, has made things a bit more challenging for when I’m working away, 
We’re coping.

Those days, those days where having three under 2’s, three under 3’s, just those days.
They are under our belts.
And whilst I still have the most amazing broodiness for everything every new mum will experience.
There is a sense of accomplishment.
Our sanity is in check.

We have managed, despite what it felt like ‘the odds’, we have three wonderful children.

In full-time education, and loving every moment.

(Although, there was the phone call on Wednesday where we had to pick Burt up from school [even if it did take me a minute to comprehend the conversation as full names were used] after he fell asleep sitting upright in class…).

Life has found a new footing.