I've done so little this week, I'm ashamed to document it. I've been working in snatched, fifteen minute chunks, which isn't the best way for me to work. But I'm finding that the paid work I do is eating into my evenings. It's amazing how time-consuming it is, cutting out laminated pictures, updating assessments and even writing handover emails to my job-share partner in crime.
However, I've had a couple of ideas for articles I could pitch to a pregnancy/baby magazine - if I'm brave enough, and find time. Brave enough? What's the worst that could happen....after all, I could do with some more practise at being rejected and handling it with dignity! I wonder.