The difficulties of my lifestyle, if you could call it that, are many. Making bread means either a late night or an early morning, even if the bread machine does the work. Someone has to get it ready and apparently I’m the only one who can do that. Opting for an early night for myself meant an early morning for the bread machine. Trouble is, once I’m awake, going back to sleep for an hour is tricky. Early starts at work compound the problem.
So I’ve taken up the bread, gone back to bed for half an hour (you’d have to call that wasted time as I didn’t sleep but, early night notwithstanding, I was too tired to stay out of bed) then hopped out of bed again to cajole Boy into doing the same so that he could be away on time to get to his 6 o’clock rowing training. I’m awake and I’ve had breakfast and I’m now so tired I could sleep where I’m sitting, except that I need to be out of the house and on my way to the bus stop in about an hour because, horror of horrors, I need to be at work by 8 o’clock today.
I’m reasonably obliging about working extra hours or outside of my usual 9.00 to 5.30 day, but I wasn’t too keen to agree to today’s change of routine. I struggle in the mornings and getting to work by 8 o’clock? Yeah, sure, I spent years in jobs where I used to start work at 7 o’clock and I was rarely late; but times have changed. I told myself that I could certainly manage it for something important like having breakfast with friends, so I could probably do it for work. It’s then just a question of whether I’ll be awake enough to do my job, isn’t it?