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What My Everyday Looks Like

 Sleep. I love you..i truly do. Sleep and I had a fight about 10 years ago, we finally broke up and have only sorted out our differences recently. So far, so good. Our relationship is slowly getting better.

When my trusty mobile starts singing relaxation melodies to me at 6.30am, i do curse at it, rolling over wishing for there to be just another 10 more minutes before another day has to begin. Within 15 minutes i have 2 coffees made for hubby and i , breakfast ready for Ethan, lunch made and packed for school and have snuck in a quick ciggie. Our gorgeous little bundle Jack announces to the world that he is awake, "mummy! mummy!", bottle popped in mouth , Ethan's rooms gets flooded with noise and lights of me storming around saying "get up!, it's nearly 7am! " 

On top of this, i have a load of washing already going, half trying to dress myself while tackling a 2 year old that refuses to get out of his pyjamas, the dog wanting to be let outside and a husband that is sleeping through the whole commotion - awww bless!

By 7.20am i'm shoving down the rest of my cold coffee, making a traveler double shot to go - while filling out the school form for an excusion that i had totally forgotten about. 

It's a 30 minute drive to drop Jack off to daycare on my way to work. This is where i turn into financial controller - going through my calendar in my head, "what date are we today? what's due? has the direct debit been taken out? oh shit the mortgage!"Quick kiss for the bubby and hop straight into to car for another 20 min drive to work. 

I morphe into the coolest person- and i mean the COOLEST person in the world in that 20 minutes. The music volume gets turned up way too loud, my car mirrors shaking from the doof, doof  - i can tackle to world today!, windows down, feeling the cool breeze coming through, fingers tapping away on the wheel to the beat of whatever is playing, singing loudly like no one is watching, yep, I'm still with it!(while finding a dummy that i just sat on in the car).

The following 9 hours everyday at work entail - communications manager, mediator, counsellor, marketing guru, debt controller, project manager, social media expert, customer service extraordinaire while trying to do it all with a smile on my face, kindness in the tone of my voice and overall composed and in control. 

When i get in my car after a long day - music immediately turned up to max, i pump myself up for a few hours at home with my babies and man, possibly an hour to sit down and watch a bit of tv and then dread the sound of that lovely yoga like chime that is my alarm clock for the next morning to begin.

 

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