Day 6 - The Meaty Bits

Monday is a day of action. Or so I tell myself.
As soon as I have packed the girls off to school I run and do the shopping, just like a man would:
I take the list that I wrote at the breakfast table (and don't forget it, the way I usually do), grab my 1 Euro coin for the trolley (usually impossible to find in the depths of my wallet), my recyclable shopping bags (well, my man doesn't usually remember these so I have one up on him there) and I purposefully steer the trolley through the shopping aisles, not veering left or right for those dangerous impulse buys that double the price of a weekly shop. No, I show amazing self-restraint and reach the check-out with just three additional but fundamentally essential (!) items in my basket:
kitchen cleaner (forgot to put it on the list), a packet of biscuits (vital to have in the press, just in case!) and, ehemm, a large bar of dark chocolate to reward myself for not straying from the list. Too much.

I am home before 10:20 which must be a new record and decide I can save precious time by only putting away the perishables, and only clearing off the half of the kitchen table where I will be sitting - which basically consists of moving all the used plates and bowls and boxes of cornflakes onto the right hand side, giving the surface a quick wipe and - switching on my laptop! It is 10:35, I am not doing too badly.
While my computer is starting up I switch on the kettle to boil water for my tea, stick down two slices of toast with the other hand and shove the dishwasher door closed with my left knee. My yoga teacher would be so proud!
Cup of tea in hand I have to close my eyes as I pass the overflowing counter. My free left hand is twitching to clear some of the mess away but I resist. If I succumb to it it will set me back another half hour at least and I will never get going. I mean, look at me. Day 6 into my blog and I have to admit that enhancing my hobbies on my CV can hardly be classified as "But I am applying! Honest! To all kinds of jobs!" - which has been my mantra since last week.
I'd better get a move on or it will be Christmas.
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4 hours later..

It is not as simple as I thought. There are dates to check, career breaks to justify and wording to fine-tune. I have spent 2 hours solid at it this morning, with hardly an interruption - if you don't count a very brief (well, twenty minutes isn't that long...) conversation I had with Mary when she rang me to tell me about Steve, the guy she had met in O'Mahony's last night. Oh, we did talk about my job applications actually, she reminded me to put those Salsa lessons on my CV as well, apparently they make me look versatile and classy. Well, Mary, dear, I need all the help I can get at this stage so I have added them in.
Picking up where I left off tomorrow. Progress: middling to ... well, fairly sluggish. I will do better tomorrow.