I read the other day on someone's facebook page that endings are actually beginnings in disguise.
How true this is. Today marks the end of my first week without 40 hours of paid work. Yet somehow I have this unnerving feeling that I have probably pulled an 80 hour week this week.(I refuse to add it up) It has been a bit of a roller coaster actually. It went lilke this....
Monday was a public holiday so I was still in very strong denial about my decision, in fact I think I was just ignoring it altogether and possibly still recovering from the hangover from Thursday after having just one too many drinks with the work crew. (Yes it takes me this long to get over such occasions a fact that possibly contributed to below crisis)
Tuesday bought about the "I have no job, what have I done, I am nearly 35, am complete single spinster who retrieves the mail in her apron with flour in her hair and chocolate on her face wearing flip flops, OMG am actually worse than Bridget Jones as am not even having affair with dashing Hugh Grant as much of a nasty bastard that he is to Bridget he is very handsome and in true Bridget form am going to consume wine at 2pm and eat at least a kilo of chocolate until I realise I have run out of chocolate as chocolate was intended for my cakes this week and now I have to go to the store pull yourself together Bridget" crisis moment.
(Um...Apologies to those of you who recieved panic stricken soul searching, universe questioning emails from me that afternoon. You know who you are, please continue to ignore them)
Wednesday bought about a flat panic with a call from the newspaper who wanted to come and do a story on me at MY HOUSE (note here that crisis day on Tuesday was not remotely conducive to clean tidy house) which resulted in me madly grabbing everything in sight from downstairs and chucking it upstairs, praying the journalist didn't ask to use my toilet in the vain hope that I may come across as a mildly sane, hygenic and in control professional who you would definately want to purchase your wedding cake from!!
Thursday......another mad panic as the two previous days of crisis and mad flap panic had not resulted in starting any of the cakes (there were 3) that I need to have completed by OMG TOMORROW!!!!!
Friday ......the final run of the week.......a full day to myself to finish my cakes and you guessed it Poppy pulls a sickie and can't go to daycare. Delivery to do in Southern Highlands EEEEKKK!!
Friday night....Hmm have no job, yet still working into the wee hours.........IT WAS NOT SUPPOSED TO BE THIS WAY
Saturday brought about a full class of students for our first class at Balgownie and publication of the above mentioned article. Which on the upside was the most relaxed day of the week.
Sunday....managed to surface long enough to take Poppy and Peekay to the beach for a quick breath of air before returning to the couch for some much needed recovery time.
So endings.....yes they are actually beginnings........and they are never quite what we expect them to be :-)
PS All cakes delivered safely to all the correct destinations at all the correct times and on all the correct days
How true this is. Today marks the end of my first week without 40 hours of paid work. Yet somehow I have this unnerving feeling that I have probably pulled an 80 hour week this week.(I refuse to add it up) It has been a bit of a roller coaster actually. It went lilke this....
Monday was a public holiday so I was still in very strong denial about my decision, in fact I think I was just ignoring it altogether and possibly still recovering from the hangover from Thursday after having just one too many drinks with the work crew. (Yes it takes me this long to get over such occasions a fact that possibly contributed to below crisis)
Tuesday bought about the "I have no job, what have I done, I am nearly 35, am complete single spinster who retrieves the mail in her apron with flour in her hair and chocolate on her face wearing flip flops, OMG am actually worse than Bridget Jones as am not even having affair with dashing Hugh Grant as much of a nasty bastard that he is to Bridget he is very handsome and in true Bridget form am going to consume wine at 2pm and eat at least a kilo of chocolate until I realise I have run out of chocolate as chocolate was intended for my cakes this week and now I have to go to the store pull yourself together Bridget" crisis moment.
(Um...Apologies to those of you who recieved panic stricken soul searching, universe questioning emails from me that afternoon. You know who you are, please continue to ignore them)
Wednesday bought about a flat panic with a call from the newspaper who wanted to come and do a story on me at MY HOUSE (note here that crisis day on Tuesday was not remotely conducive to clean tidy house) which resulted in me madly grabbing everything in sight from downstairs and chucking it upstairs, praying the journalist didn't ask to use my toilet in the vain hope that I may come across as a mildly sane, hygenic and in control professional who you would definately want to purchase your wedding cake from!!
Thursday......another mad panic as the two previous days of crisis and mad flap panic had not resulted in starting any of the cakes (there were 3) that I need to have completed by OMG TOMORROW!!!!!
Friday ......the final run of the week.......a full day to myself to finish my cakes and you guessed it Poppy pulls a sickie and can't go to daycare. Delivery to do in Southern Highlands EEEEKKK!!
Friday night....Hmm have no job, yet still working into the wee hours.........IT WAS NOT SUPPOSED TO BE THIS WAY
Saturday brought about a full class of students for our first class at Balgownie and publication of the above mentioned article. Which on the upside was the most relaxed day of the week.
Sunday....managed to surface long enough to take Poppy and Peekay to the beach for a quick breath of air before returning to the couch for some much needed recovery time.
So endings.....yes they are actually beginnings........and they are never quite what we expect them to be :-)
PS All cakes delivered safely to all the correct destinations at all the correct times and on all the correct days
