Things took a sudden turn (or two) here today in a mixy uppie kinda way.
The first thing that happened was that part of Smaller's ceiling fell down. It did have a little bit of help from our lovely builders (not being sarcastic, they are lovely) who are making a Brand New Room for us in the loft. Doing some joist/floor/suchlike work they pressed/hammered/ jumped(?) a bit too hard and a very large piece came smattering down. And with it came rather a lot of soot. And plaster dust. So Smaller's room and most of our house has an autumn coat of fine black greasy dust. It's in her toys, clothes and bed. So tonight she sleeps in Smalls room and they did not get to sleep until L.A.T.E. If I remember, I'll photo the hole for you. Funnily enough it didn't occur to me to do it earlier...
While all these shenanigans were going on a very nice head teacher lady phoned me and asked if I could work in her nursery for a week or two or more as her teacher was off sick for a while.
I said yes, but now the very thought of working full time, even for just three weeks, sorting out my Beansprouts and trying to banish the bad blackness from the house is giving me panic attacks. (Note the time, I'm usually snoring by now.) Forgive me, all you working mummas who do this every day, but I am out of the loop and my head is bursting with the spaghetti tangles of who is going to drop off, pick up, take, collect and remember my precious Sprouts. I haven't done going out to work since I was pregnant with Smaller and then I only had one Bean to sort out. I am worrying so very very much that I won't be in the right place at the right time. Quite a lot of worrying going on in fact.
So. I may be a bit absent for a while. Back soon.