This week has ended on a real high, it's been a stressful one but fortunately things have turned themselves around.
Sunday: I became obsessed with my children's blue eyes- I guess this is an ok reaction given I have contributed to the production of three children, all have blue eyes, whilst mine are green.
Monday: Squeaks came home from school whilst I was working. I was on the phone to a colleague. Knowing she could get away with quite a bit whilst I was trying to remain 'professional' my free hand become a place for her new stickers.
Tuesday: The opportunity to visit Squeaks at school. I loved how mesmorised she was during story time.
Wednesday: Returning from London to mail. And good mail. Three lots of theatre tickets!
Thursday: The boys help me make the beds.... or something like that.
Friday: Another office crasher. Tiny decides he can watch me from the comfort of Squeaks seat on Mr J's bike. I was more impressed with his balance in getting to the seat without the whole thing tipping over.
And Saturday, making the most of a bad situation. Squeaks and I had a mummy-daughter day. After the trip to the cinema was banished we had shopping time. As a result of this incident Squeaks sat down this evening to write her letter to Father Christmas. My heart melted a few times today.