Still working - so here's a whingy, whiny post

It's been the proverbial week from hell, with far too many different things to deal with, meaning quality compromises, cockups and tearful hair tearing sessions in the disabled loos - well not quite, but you know what I mean.

It's also been one of those weeks, where, because I'm obviously REALLY stressed at work, the Gods have decided to make getting home from work extra challenging, just to up the ante a bit, to keep me on my toes. Yes, it would seem adrenaline is running through my veins for about 20 hours of each day.

Tuesday bought chaos to most of the overland lines out of central London, with blanket cancelling of all trains leading northwards. Cue a minor panic attack on the concourse at Kings Cross, desperately trying to fathom out how on earth I would get to my baby on time. Not a nice feeling.

Today, someone had taken ill on a tube, hence the entire network was, hours later, still running with 'severe' delays, with passengers crammed into the train carriages, and seemingly endless waits at every station to 'regulate' the service. I stood there, pushed up against the door, internally screaming a diatribe of horror at both the driver who stalled the train at every opportunity, and the smelly passengers who saw no need to remove their rucksacks from my face. I missed my overland train by 1 minute. Arrived at childcare late. Again. This time had to pay a fine. £1.00 for every late minute. Of course I was not bothered about that, but HATE being late for my boy.

ANYWAY - got THAT off my chest, so onto something a little more upbeat!

Stretching is innate

I forgot to mention that I am the proud mother of a gorgeous 9 month old boy...
As is usual, for the last part of his time asleep, he comes into our bed.
When I woke this morning he was still asleep, but then was roused by the sound of my alarm clock. I looked over to him and saw that the first thing he did upon waking was stretch his arms, like the rest of us adults do...

It is then I thought, well no-one's taught him to do that, I don't particularly do it, nor does his dad, so he's not copying any of us....so it must be an innate bodily response to waking....

hmmm - I pondered this thought on my commute this morning - the memory of his cute little half asleep face and perfect little arms stretching in the glorious expanse (in his opinion) and much coveted territory that is mum and dad's bed!

Now at work, and procrastinating I've Googled said phenomenon.....nothing much to be read other than this funny trivia site!

www.funtrivia.com/askft/Question59407.html