I have been back at work for a week, five full days. I am saving how I feel about being a working mother for another post, this one is about another issue that has arisen this week.
Since just before Tabitha was born we have lived on the South Coast a good 1hr and 45 minute train journey to London.
Tabithas Dad has been traveling to and from London every day. Every morning he gets up at 5am and is on the 6:30am train, I finally get to see him again at 8:30pm, for about an hour before he falls asleep.
This past week I have been joining him on this journey and I'm not really sure how he is still alive.
If the crap coffee doesn't finish you off, the dullness of the fellow commuters traveling alongside each other day after day in total silence and then the daily struggle of trying to just get a seat on the return journey, even though you have parted with £400 per month for your sodding ticket.
It is truly hideous, just nasty. I am depressed by the very idea that all the people around me have this as a daily routine and mortified that our move down south inflicted this on my lovely boyfriend for nearly 2 years.
I am very lucky that my taster of the commute is just that, we shall be moved into our new flat soon (I hope) and it will be over for the both of us.
I just have to pray that one day my boyfriend will forgive me for the last 2 years...