Life Moves On....

It's been almost five months since I last posted on my blog. Of course the blame lies solely at my door and for that I should be punished, chastised and generally given evil looks at - naughty man. In my defence, all I can say is that sometimes, life just catches up with you and takes over. Before you know it, a significant amount of time (138 days in fact) has passed.

Thinking about that on a grander scale as I just have, that's actually quite disconcerting. At the moment I am looking for a new job. Although I am trying hard to get one, I guess I am dragging my feet a little for no defendable reason. Every day I spend here is a day when I could be doing something else.

I recently had a week off to look after B (who isn't so much of a B any more - maybe I should change her name to 'T' for toddler, but perhaps terror would be more apt). The childminder had to take some time off at relatively short notice. It was something right out of a soap opera (without the random murder, 180 degree plot twists and dramatic confrontation). Her daughter was getting married and she had a friend that was going to help out in the week leading up to the big occasion. Of course she broke her leg (I say of course, I mean with a wedding scheduled, how could it not happen!) As a result of this unfortunate turn of events, the childminder had to step in and take over.

So, that left me to look after B. Not a problem in the slightest as I adore her and love spending time with her. However, the childminder hadn't long got back from spending three weeks away on a Tibetan retreat. To prevent her going to the replacement (I'd rather bathe in a tub full of cat urine, which coincidentally, is what the replacement's house smelt like), a mixture of myself, W, my mum and W's mum. the plus side of this is that we saved some childminding fees - the downside is that it has cost me two week's holiday (in total).

I took her up to London on the Friday as, thanks to W, I had a meeting to see someone from one of the best agencies in my field. It's only when you have to experience something like London that you realise how unfriendly our transport system is for parents with small children. There were almost no escalators on the underground, meaning I had to carry B in one arm and drag the pushchair up with the other. However, I was encouraged due to the number of people who helped me out with stairs. It can't help but make you feel warmth and hope for the human race, especially as I recall W telling me of her experiences on the train when she was pregnant.

In my favour, the interview was 'unique' as it was the first one the woman had done with the candidate and a small child. For the most, she was well behaved, but it wasn't much of a surprise when, towards the end, she wanted to start exploring the new room she was in. I believe I got all the important points across and post interview feedback was positive.

Despite a couple of queries from me, there's been nothing yet, but I have set myself a target of being in a new position at the end of the year and I feel quite positive about achieving that. In a fluffy candy floss cloud dreamy world I would be able to stay at home looking after B and running my nieces to school for my brother and sister-in-law so my Dad can enjoy his retirement after years and years of hard work. I am trying to get my blog going again (and starting a new one on a different topic) to try and get my writing up to an acceptable standard with a view to possibly doing some freelance work.

I need to do plenty of work in that area though before that's a possibility.