I didn't post last week for 2 reasons. Number 1, I felt ropey... again and Number 2, nothing had happened apart from work and sleep. I literally couldn't be bothered to diarise such a boring week.
I'm pleased to say that more has happened over the last week, whilst it may not be thrilling it's at least something.
Horrible project at work continues. I'm getting more and more frustrated with my team - who I appreciate are working hard - but they are getting easily distracted by minutia and also everybody on the team seems to think that their way of doing things is the only way.
As a result I'm spending my life having to make final decisions and have people whinge at me because it wasn't their final decision. I'm still not sure what I'll do once this project is implemented. I'm far too stressed out to make any major decisions at the moment.
On Friday we did something that we haven't done since lockdown was lifted. We went to the Marina in Brighton and went out for supper.
Pre-COVID we used to go out to eat pretty much at least once a week. Most usually at Sunday lunchtime. Then during COVID we got out of the habit of it. We were going to go out the Friday before, but I was shattered and I was wracking my brains to try and work out why it would be a good thing to do. I couldn't come up with an answer so we stayed in.
Going out this Friday reminded me why it was a good thing to do. As I work from home I really do spend my entire life in a 3 mile radius of my home. Admittedly the Marina is only about 3.5 miles from my home, but breaking the 3 mile radius really did make a big difference.
It was nice to have the whole family together - with no mobile phones or x-box - just the three of us playing Uno and eating nice food. It was a real tonic actually - really lifted my spirits.
Though it does appear it's not just us that are out of the habit. Since we were last at the Marina at least half the restaurants have shut down. Normally on a Sunny Bank Holiday the whole of the marina would be heaving with humanity and you'd struggle to get into a restaurant if you hadn't booked (we never book). I'd say that there were a grand total of 50 people at the Marina - it was completely empty. Quite shocking the difference since COVID.
Though I kicked myself because I was so caught up in the moment I forgot to take any photos for the blog. It would have been nice to have a photo that wasn't from my immediate environment for once.
On Good Friday I actually decided to work. I wanted the head space without being bombarded with messages and questions. It was absolutely joyful and I got loads done. Turning my computer on last night I realised I'd done the right thing as there are already about 200 messages waiting for my return.
On Easter Day we did an egg hunt around the house - always fun because as son gets older the eggs are hidden in more complex places. And as a result come November you will still stumble across one.
Then we had a full Easter meal - with smart table settings and all sitting around the table together. After which we went out for a dog walk. Weather forecast was for bright sunshine and it appeared that this would be the case, but the closer you got to the seafront the more misty it got. So actually dog walk ended up in freezing cold fog - whilst the rest of the country basked in Sunshine - hey ho.
We had an extra guest on Sunday morning by the way. We've been sure we've got a mice or rat problem for a while. We thought maybe rat because when it runs across the sittingroom ceiling (not literally - it's between the two floors) it sounds like there's a cat up there.
I rang the council and they said that until we found droppings they wouldn't do anything.
Well on Sunday we went one better than droppings. There outside on the patio was a rat watching us have our Easter fun! Needless to say I shall be back onto the council pronto this week. It's the issue of living in a rural(ish) area where so many people have chickens. Very freaky though and I find myself feeling nervous as I have a wee, in case I'm being watched around the U-bend (gross).
On Monday husband went to football (don't get me started on this patriarchist approach to bank holidays - basically looking for a way for men to get out of the house and leave the kids to wifey for an extra day - because obviously the fact they are not at work reduces their excuses). It makes me furious every single bank holiday.
I don't moan too much at husband as he is actually very good at sharing the strain (well at least 1/3rd of the strain - which is better than most). I'm going to start a feminist rant again if I'm not careful so I'll leave it there.
However, son stayed at home and we decided we'd do some stuff we used to do together when he was little and I had Mondays off. Sadly the weather was horrible so we ended up going to the garden centre and then watching a film together. Once again phones were put to one side and it was really lovely to spend time with him. Even if what we were doing wasn't exciting and he played along and gave me my 'one day' of time.
Today is work again and I've woken up feeling very grumpy - largely because of the amount of messages people sent over the BH. When I worked on Friday I made a concerted effort not to message people so they didn't get stressed on their return. Unfortunately my team and colleagues do not show the same courtesty.
BAMBAM (bitch and moan, bitch and moan).
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