The drunk lady in the Boots pharmacy queue said she hates babies but thought Isabelle
was gorgeous. How do I know she is telling the truth if she is drunk? Maybe she was seeing Isabelle in a blurry soft focus way, maybe she thought I had twins. Well anyway I thanked her for the complement and off we went on our sober way.
My maternity leave time feels like it is disappearing way too fast in fact in just 2 and a half months I will be starting my phase back to work! Only 2 days a week but still this is causing me slight panic. Another super power request please, I wish I could split myself in two. I love my job but I also LOVE my Isabelle job so much. Instead a lovely childminder lady will be looking after and developing my daughter whilst I sit at a desk far, far away in a creative office land. It just doesn’t feel right.
I am so indecisive; I find it hard deciding whether to have ketchup or tartar sauce with a posh fish finger sandwich but when it came to choosing my childminder it ended up being pretty easy. I went to a few nurseries but wasn’t that taken with them, I just didn’t get the right feeling. I wasn’t ruling nurseries out but needed to widen my search so started looking into childminders too. After making a few enquiries I ended up only meeting with one childminder and almost instantly I got that feeling, the right feeling. Everyone kept saying to me you will just know, you will get a right feeling, and it turned out I did. So that big decision is ticked but what about…ketchup or tartar? ketchup or tartar? ketchup or tartar?
In other news I joined Weight Watchers on Sunday. Yep that’s right I did not get turned away so I really must look like I need to lose some padding! It’s all good though and I know I’m not really massive but I do need to get back on track. It seems the super power request of eating cakes for life and not gaining weight was not granted.