Reality check.

I’m very lucky that during COVID I have been able to work from home and send my 3 year old to my mum’s place instead of to day care, and my 7 year old is pretty self sufficient. My entire workplace is working from home so there is some understanding about workload and juggling family responsibilities. Sometimes I work late at night to catch up but that’s absolutely fine because that’s the trade off for an interrupted workday.

Below is a pretty close look at the realities when everyone is home. Maybe you can relate. Except I actually have a wonderful boss.

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It’s the Wine.

Good morning beautiful WordPress community

In NSW Australia we have been in lockdown since June. I’ve been fortunate to be working from home during that time. I lost my 2 hour commute which is my writing time. I hadn’t worried about it stupidly thinking I’d be back in the office in a few weeks. It’s September, so I need to keep going with this small piece of joy.

Maybe some can relate to the below? I’ve been living in yoga pants, t-shirts, hoodie and slippers since June. I never want to wear pants with a zips again, let alone a dress.

Hope it gives you a little giggle.

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Last Dance

Hold on to those you love. Dance in the rain. Dance in the sun. Dance until the end. I’ve got to stop watching true crime.

“For the last time. I. Am. Not. Dancing.”

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Barney

Short and sweet. Happy Wednesday.

“Hey boy. Are you okay?” I held out my hand so the little thing could sniff it. I wasn’t sure it was a dog at first, it looked more like a matted ball of wool.

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It all started with History.

It is nice to get back into the rhythm of writing and posting. Enjoy this short and sweet bit of fiction.

Casey was fifteen. He had floppy blonde hair that fell in his eyes. He had to flick his whole head to see, but the errant strands still hid his green eyes. They weren’t all green, they had flecks of brown and hazel scattered in them. Jennifer didn’t know what was worse, that she could stare at him for hours when he wasn’t looking, or that she couldn’t look at him for more then a few seconds when he did turn to her.

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High Heels and Laces

A small piece of fiction for your Wednesday morning. I wish Brad wasn’t playing right into my stereotype. Enjoy!

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White Rose

A little dark – but the stirrings of a bigger story. Enjoy!

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Liar.

The cool embossed invitation hit me like a knife to the chest. I rubbed at my heart, trying to draw breath, waiting for blood to cover my hand at their betrayal. Fire. Every inhale was fire.

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Broken

Her eyes ached

Her heart throbbed

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Choice.

Questions for this guy on a Wednesday morning. Enjoy.

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