the twinkle in my eye

yesterday i had a job interview. in one of those buildings in town that have views of the mcg and government house and the docklands, and express lifts that only go to the top half of the building. i wore business-ish attire. it was a strange experience for me. as i clip-clopped in my red shoes with mini-heels up the street to the bus stop i felt like an impostor. normally i take that walk every day in my purple hoodie and sneakers, pushing a pram.  i was out for less than four hours, while mum and dad wrangled the sleepy twinkle, but it felt like the biggest break i’d ever had from her. not only was i 8km away from her, but i was a whole world away in terms of headspace. i spent three hours totally immersed in the world of my career with barely a thought about mushy solids or red dots or spewed-up milk. it was weird, but i guess this is how life is going to be in three weeks time, regardless of whether i get this new job or return to my old one. it felt like having a split identity.

in the afternoon the twinkle and i popped into a brand new baby factory child care centre that has opened up nearby. we have already got her a place in another one, but this one is slightly more appealing because it has a separate sleep room for the babies, complete with fairy lights. the twinkle needs all the help she can get with naps so we think the sleep room is the go. also, the other centre that we’ve got her into have been very slow with the paperwork, whereas this new one seem to be on the ball. i like efficiency.