Before Easter, in my attempt to 'have it all', I applied for a new role at work. Something came up that I had wanted to do for a long time. It wasn't a big role, it wouldn't take a lot of time and it wasn't even a paid position, but I thought I would like it and I would be good at it. I found out today that I hadn't been chosen. Gutted.
Texted husband from work to tell him and he sent such a lovely text back I nearly cried. At work! (Why is it when people are nice to you it makes you cry?) Ah, well. At least I stuck my head above the parapet. Maybe next time.
Got to go and do daughter's homework now. Yes, I know. She's only 3. She has to take in photos of her morning and evening routines, so we've taken the photos and I need to print them off. And we all know homework reflects on the mum, not the child!