Finally got my official telling off today.

Make it stop

According to my husband,

Actually I might be up to third or fourth thoughts by now? Hard to be certain.

By some bizarre quirk of fate, this little guy has three entire swan plants all to himself.

And after all that, my boss wasn’t at work today.

My last year of scheduling! Up until I recently boomeranged back into the role, that is. And has this sign of obvious good faith and selflessness helped me in buttering up my evil overlords? No it has not.

While I wait for the axe to fall at my disciplinary meeting tomorrow, here is an old scheduling email from the days when my credit was higher.

With a capital “T”.

I have recently come to the sad realisation that, while my husband is regarded by our offspring with a mixture of love and respect, I am viewed with the amused scorn and gentle pity more typically reserved for an elderly demented great aunt.