Going to work. I have found myself a lot tetchier in the mornings. There can be no other explanation other than… work is annoying me. No one likes work, but I manage on the whole to keep myself detached from that side of thinking. Unfortunately I definitely seem to be forming the opinion that I do not like it. There is too much stress at the moment & it takes up too much of my thinking: 2 things it is not supposed to do.
Jack is on ‘summer hols’ at the moment. He asked Louise the other day when he could go back to school. He’s a social beastie is Jack, & he gets a lot out of it all at the moment. He was doing just afternoons before, when he returns he will be in official ‘reception’ class, & spending the whole day there. Quite a different arrangement: school, proper, even. It’s a very odd concept for a parent, let alone the child. What will Eve make of it all?
They have been playing very well together, with Jack being very good with his wild little sibling. He helped her up the stairs the other day. …Well, it’s not like she cannot do it herself, but they went up together, Jack with a protective arm held up behind her.
I wish to be home more, but life won’t let it happen (at least, not at the moment; hope may be refuge of fools, but I never said I was anything but.)