Today I have a spring in my step.
I’m officially a part-time worker. I started work at 9am and I’m just leaving for home. It’s 3pm.
I have a pair of shoes to pick up for my daughter and then I’m picking the kids up from the childminder at 4.30 which gives me a little extra time to chill, and to start getting dinner ready.
In seperate news, this morning my six year old daughter said “Daddy, I feel like a grown up.”
“Why’s that then?”
“I’m really, really tired.”
I guess that reflects badly on us as parents, doesn’t it?
Ho hum! Hopefully my new hours will help dispel that concept.
I’ll keep you posted on how it works out.