It’s funny: one of the reasons I quit my old job was because it was leaving me mentally drained, exhausted and frustrated at the end of the day. I stopped blogging because all I wanted to do was rant about certain people making things very awkward. Now I’ve got my new job I come home and I’m tired from working, but it’s a “good tired”; a “happy tired”. Now I’m not blogging because all I want to talk about is work, and what I did that day and how awesome it is and how my l33t skills make it so much fun.. but of course we know what happens to people who blog about work.
I went to see Dylan and Charlotte yesterday, as it was my day off and I figured I’d get away from my compooter and the Internet. I have to say, chasing around two toddlers is a lot less relaxing than it sounded in my head. Dylan started walking just before his first birthday last Sunday and he’s like a man on a mission! Copying his big sister in everything. Unfortunately, while Charlie (Charlotte) has started to develop a sense of danger (i.e. how high she can climb up things before she falls off), Dylan hasn’t, and I spent most of the day lifting his podgy baby bum off of the furniture.
Still, I wouldn’t swap this feeling of relaxed tiredness (at work and home) for the frustrated feelings of uselessness at my old job. I’m happy :)