Last moments of freedom ...

It's bizarre. Or some would argue maybe merely yet another symptom of the fickleness of the female of the species.

After having spent the past six months unemployed, and wanting to return to work with increasing desperation, now the prospect of actually getting out of bed in the morning and heading off to work scares the hell out of me. And I'm not sure I like this idea that much after all ...

On the plus side, I took the rugrats to visit with the after-school programme lady on Friday night. I don't have to worry that they don't want to go ... I had the devil's own job persuading them it was time to leave. They have pogo sticks !!!!!

Maybe I could go to after-school care instead ?