Some weeks fly by as one day merges into the next and at the end of it I have nothing to show for it; but occasionally I have a week that is jam-packed with events and goings-on. Take this past week for instance, even by Thursday it felt like I was getting my money’s worth.
When I worked in the gig economy I had to work out a schedule to include five different jobs, but I could fit in all the other extras like a hair cut, visit to the dentist or seeing friends. Working full-time means I have to be a bit smarter with my time keeping.
I had a week off. My first holiday for 8 months. I say ‘holiday’ but as any mum will tell you, at Christmas time you merely swap one sort of work for another and it is sometimes even more stressful when family are thrown together for an intense few hours once a year. It isn’t helped when one of your children ends up being unwell for the duration.
With both sons tapping away on their miscellaneous devices, I ended up watching Mary Poppins on my own with the tub of Christmas chocolates as company and even they weren’t much fun given I have had to severely restrict my chocolate intake due to diet change.
Space, especially storage space, is a premium in the theatre and being the sort of person who is reluctant to throw anything away, it is not unusual for me to find room for something, safe in the knowledge that whatever it is, when it’s needed again I will be pleased I found somewhere to keep it. However, when it comes to space for things like lost property, we have a drawer for that and also a window sill.
The last week of November and I finally succumbed to my sons’ insistence that Christmas was indeed very near. Their excitement generally starts from around October with a few short references to the festive season but by Guy Fawkes they move up a gear. I’m no Grinch but I do ignore their mutterings until 1 December when I open the first door on my Advent Calendar which usually brings just a small sigh of disappointment