So it's been 6 weeks since my
last confession blog, huge apologies. I have an A1 whiteboard
opposite me daubed with so many half-finished projects, things to do and ideas
that I've not had time to swing a cat let alone find room for it.
It could have something to do with the school holidays and the fact that I'm not the most organised of people. I've been wanting to get on with what was going to be a weekly blog post but time has flown by in a flurry of 'play days', cafe visits, Grandma's house, and the dreaded role play. Re-enacting Cinderella with a wannabe actress (make that 'drama queen') takes a lot out of you when you know you've got a proof to send off and the stairs are too far away from the playroom to make a run for it. Especially when you're dressed as the fairy godmother. Bibbity-boppity-flipping-boo!
Anyway, I won't hang around. I'm writing this in some pain. Not mental pain you understand. Physical, squashed against the edge of my desk pain. Yep, you've got that right - one child sat at desk behind me. All manner of odd and somewhat questionable sound effects coming from the child's PC. This is how I'm managing. Apart from the odd evening spent catching up on projects and 'Swimming Sunday' when Daddy takes Autumn out for the day, I've took it upon myself to work 'with' my very demanding almost-4-year-old who, when at home with me, tends to cling onto my leg like an excitable Jack Russell needing her first 'ablutions' walk of the day. The only way I can shake little Autumn off, metaphorically speaking of course, is to hurriedly switch the pc on and offer her a chair. Thus rendering some pain my way. It's a box room for gawd's sake! We are both squished in the corner as it was my grand idea years ago to install a swivel chair to work between both pc and mac in busy periods - and to feel a little like some important NASA expert or failing that, Jean Michel-Jarr. Now we have a dining room chair and about two inches betwixt working mother and inquisitive child.
I could blame my lack of accomplishments on Social Brand Creation's work log but I've also become a social network fiend. Facebook is almost an income, so let's not complain. But then there's Twitter (Stephen Fry has yet to reply), Pinterest (I have no idea either) and Google+. Not to mention LinkedIn, but again let's hope one of my paltry 23 connections has a connection with a connection that might eventually want a connection with me, which may in the future lead to a lead which leads to a lead which leads to a job. Ahem.You can view my LinkedIn file here. Or Google me, I'm everywhere baby!
In the meantime, I've got 5 windows open on my mac, including two email inboxes so by the time I've checked for updates, competition wins, job requests, job approvals, and done some actual, proper, what-I-like-to-call-work work the blog is still on the to-do list.
Autumn is normally very good when she's 'working', only momentarily banging the mouse down in fury when the pc freezes at an important part of colouring in a big hairy monster and yelling "Maaaaam, do something, NOW grrrrr" in my ear which happens to be a few inches from her mouth. This usually occurs when I'm about to save a proof so timing could be better. Saying all this, it is working. These school holidays have a lot to answer for but I will miss my lovely little girl even if I do I have to watch my language and find myself humming along to some very annoying, 80s-synth inspired theme tunes.
One last thing, if I hear Justin Fletcher talk about Mr Tumble's spotty bag again the pc's going out the window.
It could have something to do with the school holidays and the fact that I'm not the most organised of people. I've been wanting to get on with what was going to be a weekly blog post but time has flown by in a flurry of 'play days', cafe visits, Grandma's house, and the dreaded role play. Re-enacting Cinderella with a wannabe actress (make that 'drama queen') takes a lot out of you when you know you've got a proof to send off and the stairs are too far away from the playroom to make a run for it. Especially when you're dressed as the fairy godmother. Bibbity-boppity-flipping-boo!
Anyway, I won't hang around. I'm writing this in some pain. Not mental pain you understand. Physical, squashed against the edge of my desk pain. Yep, you've got that right - one child sat at desk behind me. All manner of odd and somewhat questionable sound effects coming from the child's PC. This is how I'm managing. Apart from the odd evening spent catching up on projects and 'Swimming Sunday' when Daddy takes Autumn out for the day, I've took it upon myself to work 'with' my very demanding almost-4-year-old who, when at home with me, tends to cling onto my leg like an excitable Jack Russell needing her first 'ablutions' walk of the day. The only way I can shake little Autumn off, metaphorically speaking of course, is to hurriedly switch the pc on and offer her a chair. Thus rendering some pain my way. It's a box room for gawd's sake! We are both squished in the corner as it was my grand idea years ago to install a swivel chair to work between both pc and mac in busy periods - and to feel a little like some important NASA expert or failing that, Jean Michel-Jarr. Now we have a dining room chair and about two inches betwixt working mother and inquisitive child.
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| My brain hurts! |
I could blame my lack of accomplishments on Social Brand Creation's work log but I've also become a social network fiend. Facebook is almost an income, so let's not complain. But then there's Twitter (Stephen Fry has yet to reply), Pinterest (I have no idea either) and Google+. Not to mention LinkedIn, but again let's hope one of my paltry 23 connections has a connection with a connection that might eventually want a connection with me, which may in the future lead to a lead which leads to a lead which leads to a job. Ahem.You can view my LinkedIn file here. Or Google me, I'm everywhere baby!
In the meantime, I've got 5 windows open on my mac, including two email inboxes so by the time I've checked for updates, competition wins, job requests, job approvals, and done some actual, proper, what-I-like-to-call-work work the blog is still on the to-do list.
Autumn is normally very good when she's 'working', only momentarily banging the mouse down in fury when the pc freezes at an important part of colouring in a big hairy monster and yelling "Maaaaam, do something, NOW grrrrr" in my ear which happens to be a few inches from her mouth. This usually occurs when I'm about to save a proof so timing could be better. Saying all this, it is working. These school holidays have a lot to answer for but I will miss my lovely little girl even if I do I have to watch my language and find myself humming along to some very annoying, 80s-synth inspired theme tunes.
One last thing, if I hear Justin Fletcher talk about Mr Tumble's spotty bag again the pc's going out the window.
