Girls dropped to school. Fresh warm scone bought on the way home. Must stop skipping breakfast during the mad getting-girls-dressed-fed-watered-and-out-the-door-rush that is our morning. Then again, if it means warm baked goods once in a while I won't complain...
Kitchen table cleared, apart from said scone and the obligatory cup of tea. 2nd load of washing on, kitchen floor swept (how does Emma manage to get more of her cereal down her top and on the floor than into her mouth) and tea caddy refilled. Scone wolfed down (what a shame, it's gone too quickly!) - and it's not 10:30 yet.
A good start to the day.
Sophie had a cold this morning and it was touch and go for a while whether I would send her into school. She seemed sprightly enough though so sent her on her way with a spoon of Calpol. Teacher is under strict instructions to call me if her condition deteriorates. She'd better ring me if Sophie's nose starts running again!
The laptop has been patiently waiting while I finish my cup of tea and finally I get a good run at it. By 12:30 I have a very reasonable, very much up to date CV. Eureka!
1.5 hours before Emma has to be collected. Sophie is taking the bus home today (bar a much anticipated call from the school) so she will be home about 3:30. So things will be busy from 2 o'clock, best to power through lunch while I am, eh, on a roll (pardon the pun!). I fix myself a cup-of-soup (don't say anything, I know the nutritional value is less than that of sawdust!), and, well, a roll and get straight back into it.
Next stop: the job sites. The question is, with the 8-year gap on my CV, am I even hirable? I decide to ignore that numbing feeling. Is the role of a Personal Assistant so different these days?
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