After a wonderful couple of weeks, I am now 30 minutes into what is technically my first day back at work. I should go to sleep but I suppose I am being a bit like a child and prolonging my last bit of freedom for as long as I can.

The school bag is packed for the Little Fella, every stitch of uniform labeled and pressed and of course it has just dawned on me that I’ve not bothered to organize myself. No clothes pressed for me. My bag and all stuff that should be in it have not been married up as yet. In fact I should jump up now and get sorted but I’m involved in some stand up comedy on telly and of course being as late as it is, I actually don’t have the brain capacity.

So the boy is good to go, assuming he wakes up on time – poor thing. After 6 odd weeks of going to bed whenever and waking up whenever, it’s back to the routine. I will have to wake up extra early tomorrow and have reserves of patience at the ready…

Into the new school year we go.