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Working mother... again

Back to domino stage. Wake up, commute, first glimpse at work, breakfast at desk, meetings, work, thinking, work, meetings and more meetings, watch out for the clock. Missed the first deadline for school pick-up, missed the second deadline to arrive home at 6, it is past 6 and I still don't have my jacket on. Commute, home, hugs. Too late for smiles, it is tantrum time. Bath, dinner, bedtime (short story) bitter sweet taste of having time for myself. They are asleep, I am awake. This is the domino, it is back and haunts me. Nothing can break, or the pieces will fall.
 I am breaking the schedule now by writing, it is charity time, or admin time, not time to write. That comes off the script. I gave that up a long time ago. I carry with me the beginning of the different books, I write down the ideas for the different blogs in notepads, even the blogger application is against me as I can no longer blog on my phone. I want to write. Write about this. Write about my passion in business, in the world. But it is choices we make. None of us can do it all. We just have to focus on doing it over time, and be pleased with the immediate achievements. 
21.30, one hour to go. In one hour, bottle, nappy, alarm clock and bed. No time to waste, read or more. The show must go on. 

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C/N/N said…
Only one way to prepare for and participate in the Olympics. Especialky the Olympics of a very full life. Choices, routine, discipline :)

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