There was a switch which happened, everything came together, and resolve was once again found.
And it’s been a good couple of weeks, and despite the nagging in the back of my mind that if I take it for granted everything will fall down again, it hasn’t.
It’s not that life is suddenly easy. I laughed with colleagues going to a meeting, after I suggested I had an expectation it would be fun. We concluded my definition was hysterical laughter.
And laugh we did, with disbelief, frustration, confusion, and all manner of things associated with change.
I don’t want to say despite of this, and it’s not because of it, but because of accepting it, I find my motivation for work has returned. It will continue to be bad, it will continue to frustrate, it will continue to challenge. But, I’ve got that little feeling back, the feeling which overrides all else, that we are making a difference, and so my word of the week reflects works as well as home life.
Because at home, life is getting back on course. Last weekend I got to take the little people to a party, go out with the school mums for a meal and also squeeze in afternoon tea with the besties. It got the week off on a high.
The hubby’s mum is making progress in hospital, so a weight is lifted for him, he has got his mojo left… and decided to start making his own wine, his attempt at frugality which he is enjoying far too much.
CM cannot get enough of her school’s online resources, and comes home demanding I go back to work in the office so she can have my home laptop. The stories she is creating are awesome.
And of course, my 4 year olds, who show no sign of anything but positivity, especially for a return trip to the toy store, but for anything which involves a million questions. Favourite subjects are how long is it till their next birthday, what were they like as babies and how long before they are proper ninjas. The paths they lead me down.
And so, as my fingers type as fast as they can, this has to be my word of the week: