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| Decisions, decisions. |
Today we had to get up early to be a school for a band thing. It was important.
But the kids were asleep. I hate waking kids. Usually if they're asleep, they need to be.
I didn't wake them. But that made us late.
Bloody decisions.
When I got to work there were no parks. Only 2 hour ones. Or ones you have to pay for. Or a free one about 500m from where I work.
I was already late. This was making me later. I'm not spending half my daily pay packet on a parking ticket, and it's tricky having to move the car every 2 hours.
So I parked what seemed like halfway back to home and walked to work in the rain.
Another bloody decision.
Do I do Issy's hair or eat breakfast?
Do I sit in on sax practice or help with homework?
Do I shout one more time about the shoes left on the floor, or just pick them up myself?
On the weekend, do I lie in bed and read the paper, or get up and do housework? Knowing that it's not going to magically do itself so it's more a question of doing it now or later?
And finally, if I was the Pope, who has people to dress him, cook for him, drive him around and wait on him hand and foot, why would I ever ever ever make the decision to give it all up.
Ever.
