It's Sunday evening and all was calm and well. The school uniform is ironed and hanging up, school bag packed and I'm really excited to be attending a women in business networking event tomorrow morning. I smugly climb into my fresh bedding at 21:45, mist my pillow with my super expensive sleep spray, pop on a relaxing sleep playlist and doze off. It's been a tough few weeks juggling half term, work and life itself and it was pretty chaotic last week settling back into a routine but here we are with order restored and I'm set for a much more structured, productive and positive week ahead.
Except, that's not reality. I hear the hacking cough commence around 02:00 from my Sons bedroom, it'd been brewing all weekend but I'd popped some Vicks on his feet before bed - how hasn't that stopped it in it's tracks? I'll quickly rise now, get him to have some water and all will be well in the morning.
Except, that isn't reality either, he climbs into bed around 04:00, a toasty 5 year-old inferno rises next to me. I reach for the thermometer hoping it's not in the red. It's in the red. 39.4 - Ffs. The next challenge commences of trying to get Calpol consumed, those syringes seem by the bucketload at this age. Why can't he be six and have SixPlus already? It's an ordeal but he's taken it. He dozes off after talking to me about a card we purchased a few weeks ago that had a swear word on it and how we shouldn't tell his teacher about it ("Bloody Well Done" it read) - How long has that thought been consuming him for, why is it keeping him awake now. It's 05:30 now and he's twiddling his hair through his fingers, a sure-sign he's tired and will now fall asleep. He dozes, starfishing, throwing himself around the bed. My alarm sounds at 06:00 to walk the dogs. Delirius, dazed and so tired. It's a gorgeous sunrise this morning, pink skies - We haven't seen anything other than grey for 11 days. The gorgeous autumnal colours are so beautiful, the dogs race around the park, I cross my fingers the entire walk in hope he wakes up better.
But he doesn't, he remains unstirred in a warm little cocoon in my not-so-fresh bedding. it's 08:05 now and I report him too poorly for school, I report myself absent from todays networking event and I begin the day and the week tirelessly juggling. I guess it's all part and parcel of parenthood, the willingness to adapt so quickly to fast-changing scenarios. Being pulled from pillar to post as little humans need you more than a possible business opportunity in the future. I pop the laptop open and quickly catch up on some email enquiries, handle some workshop space and remind myself how in hindsight, good life is it that I don't have a manager to contact to report myself MIA, that I don't have to rush around to squeeze work in wherever possible and work late tonight to pickup a missing workload. Remembering that actually, I can put down the tools for the day, I can head to the next networking event when it's more suitable and actually, even almost 5 years into running my own business, I get to cuddle my little person because there's always tomorrow.
Wishing you all a positive, happy and radiant week - Whether that involves lurgys and cancelled plans too.
Tanya x
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