I’m on the home straight to my time off. One more sleep & I’m done for eight weeks. No more challenging colleagues, no more smiling when I feel like swearing. No more Mr Manager with his pragmatic attitude towards everything & everybody. No more Mr Newbie Manager with his head stuck up his arrogant arse. I now how the charity sector works but it’s fun listening to a self indulgent twat who doesn’t. This morning we got a set of hospital discharge papers delivered in error. The gentleman was born in 1935 & unfortunately I knew of him. He knows my Mother & she used to talk about him. I had read them before I realised I shouldn’t have. I quickly re-directed them to the hospice. God knows that was a reminder if I ever needed one to why I do what I do.
I intend to be a little self indulgent for a couple of days. I’m going to kick back and do nothing, well, nothing that involves thinking. When Monday hits it’s time to start those jobs I never get around to. I’m not going to beat myself or my children up. I just need to change our routines so that my house doesn’t fall apart whilst we’re out of our normal routine. It makes sense in my head lol. Tomorrow is a full on work day. If I manage to set my alarm & get out of bed on time that’ll be a great start 🙂