Late night reverse charge call from Sydney makes me think perhaps motherhood isn’t entirely over!
Travelling son safely landed so feel somewhat more relaxed and know that this is definitely something that I’ll adjust to with time.
Meanwhile, starting to have vague periods of normality. House feels incredibly empty without either builders or son and have not yet fully taken in the incredible bliss of the former’s departure. Bathroom floor and its friend, the tin of gloss sealer, still staring at me but think I am suffering from decorating overload and it can wait a bit.
At work, am reminded that even though have been mildly off trolley for an allowable 48 hours due to maternal emotion, business is still at a stage where it is impossible for me to be absent. This sharpens my focus back to the fact that line managers were given three months to sort themselves and their departments out and actually run them. We are now six weeks in – and there’s a long way to go.
We distribute letters to remind them off this fact, together with their list of duties in case they are still unsure of them. This proves to be a good move, not least as one of them informs us that they didn’t realise it still applied as they just thought we were blowing hot air during the quality crisis we were having. Durr! When some of them have lost their jobs, will they realise we were serious?! And am also left wondering – would they have assumed a male boss was just having a "hissy fit"?