31 August 2011
Lost. And found?
My sanity, that is.
I was doing really well, sorting out work, seeing the boys, enjoying life... And now, suddenly, it's all going wrong again.
This afternoon i called all my sergeants in, told them this couldn't carry on. I don't mind doing a lot of work, but it's getting ridiculous. So today and tomorrow they're each briefing me on open cases, giving me short versions, the basics, and we're planning things and just trying to get a better structure in the team. There's still a lot of work - we're short handed, so it's never going to be any other way. But it's not going to be me working until I drop every night.
And I've got a half day either tomorrow or Friday, to go somewhere with Danger on the bike, I've definitely got cover for the day we take Mycroft to school. So am generally feeling better about work and life.
And should even get home on time tonight. And probably not fall asleep after locking myself in a room, necessitating a daring SAS style raid by Mycroft to come in via the window, as I did last night.