A Day of two Halves

Wow another lie-in! As Mr C is currently at home and not working and I am not working still, we don't set an alarm, relying solely on our Gina Fordesque-trained son who generally rises at 7:05am...but not today, or yesterday..!

8.35am! Must be the darker mornings.

Quick....jump out of bed, milk in beaker, kettle on, cereal in bowl, nappy change, hand wash, tea, are the builders coming today, what are we doing, how long til I need to leave, do I need to wash my hair, what clothes are clean...who am I?? Oh the confusion!

Now the 'who am I?' is relevant to my day. So I filled my morning with Monkey Music (good God - but Mr T loves it), playtime, cooking lunch, cooking Mr C wild mushroom soup, followed by an afternoon with a trip to the swings, to the library (which was shut) and usual chores.

Sudden appearance of booked babysitter, hairbrushing, makeup applying, quick internal head debate whether I could cope with heeled boots for my trip to the West End or flatties and I was slowly becoming the other me. Now for the record, the other me doesn't work and hasn't worked since June 2008. I sort of want to do some work but then don't.

Well, this evening's excursion to the West End was to meet some like-minded friends in our industry (Mr C and I in same industry) for a chat over wine about potential benefits of working together in some way. For me it was strangely alien ( I first typed that as strangley - that works too;)) but also exciting to talk shop again. I felt liberated and proud knowing I had an expertise in demand in my marketplace again - in contrast, do I have expertise as a mother, or am I just mediocre? Who knows? Which role do I do more comfortably? Who am I?

I also endured an interrogation on the train about what I have been doing on the PC for so long in the evenings..I admitted to setting up a Mummy blog after being questioned whether I was having an affair.. This admission was met with faint mockery but I think Mr C is just curious as to what I am saying about him - whose other half knows and reads your Mummy blogs or are they completely anonymous?

On the final note that I just saw Robbie on TV say he loved Gary, I will go to bed - what is the world coming to?