I’ll be so glad when it’s Monday because there will be a chance that I will hear about a second interview, rather than just waiting. I hate waiting. I am not a patient person, but especially not about this job. If the answer is no, I’ll be relieved to stay a mostly-at-home mum, and if it’s go on to the next round I will try my darndest to get it.
‘Cause I do want it, I think. I really do wish there was a way to warp time though so I could work full time and be home with Noah. And having said I want it means I won’t get it, I’m sure (sorry… years of therapy to get out of this idea all laid to waste when Emily died.)
We have had a pretty lovely weekend though. I have neglected housework and shopping and all that in the name of a) hanging with Noah and b) hanging online, and I feel refreshed for both of those things. I think after this nap we will head out for some family time all three of us, and get dinner out so no cooking or dishes, and then the week will begin, ta-roo, ta-ray.
This week I am going to try to post on:
- the toy situation
- pick up on Avril’s wise comments
- sleep
But for now I’m going to go read an old NY Review of Books, until the nap ends. The one with Joyce Carol Oates’ piece on Roald Dahl, which I have saved to savour today.
