It’s disconcerting to be back in the days of high school when Sunday night rolled around and I would be mourning the loss of the weekend and the start of another week of dreadful school. Now that work is like a battlefield everyday, I find myself dreading the start of Monday week and worrying about the fires that I have to put out and the new calamities that will befall our long suffering team.
On a positive note, it makes me treasure the time with my family even more and my weekends are the best time ever. I didn’t get to spend much time with the kids during school holidays, but I know they enjoyed their time with their cousins.
They bicker and fight these cousins, but they also really adore each other. Especially my little ones, they worship and like their older cousins so much.
It’s been raining cats and dogs for weeks , good for the farmers but bad for the gloomy office workers who now also have to battle the stormy torrents of rain on their commute to and fro from work.
Amongst the doom and gloom of work, I find myself savouring my simple pleasures in life. Small things like being able to cook dinner or breakfast for the family, getting to bake a cake for the neighbours, bringing the girls for their swimming classes and hanging out with my sister afterwards, watching Olympics with my family and chanting Aus-tra-ya! with my kids. All the simple pleasures in life that are keeping me going for now and reminding me that there is life outside of work, and that I have a lot to be thankful of.