I came to work relieved to have done with last nights overtime but immediately spotted a long job ahead of me which will try and present more hours of OT. It seems my work here is not yet done. But at least I get a break tonight as I have my son. This is day number two of having works shutter open as there is sunshine to be seen if not felt. It's properly spring, fresh and bright but still cold.
I have sent my stepson many texts about staying at mine this weekend but he hadn't replied to one. Teenagers- too cool to talk to adults until they need you. I now have the weekend to myself in my mind although he may spring out ready at the last minute.
I'm not in the mood for work now. I just wanna go home as I'm tired.
I've changed my mind about going back to Scarborough with my son this year in favour of going to Lytham St Anne's instead. This will be to mark my 40th birthday. I want to create a memory for my son and I to remember. Maybe even both go up the tower. I've been up the tower once in my life when my gran took me away. I remember holding a bag of popcorn as the lift doors opened and a gust of wind launched the contents up into the air like a popcorn tornado. It gave me a feeling of danger as if the wind could whip me up also and cast me over the edge. I'd like to face that fear and enjoy it this time. Although it'll be me who is clutching on tight to my son.
It's because of overtime that I can do such things so it's all swings and roundabouts.
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