Reveiw

2 weeks into life in NZ and I wonder if I've had the major change of personality I hoped for.
 Well.....I still wake up in the middle of the night and can't get up in the morning.
 I take a ridiculous amount of time to get anything done in the morning - but I blame that on my current dependency on the computer for news of home.
 I still talk about going for a run (it was to be up Mt Iron, this morning) and then don't quite get round to it.
 I do however sweep the floor most mornings and have twice run round wiping handles and light switches. But that is because the landlady may turn up at anytime, to meet us and do a spot check (she is very proud of having renovate and modernised an old building) and we are inordinately grubby, despite no longer having the excuse of living on a croft. There are windows everywhere, and one definitely has duck poo on it, but we can't take the blame for that. I feel fairly triumphant that I changed, washed, sun-dried and remade all the beds today. This is particularly impressive over a 2 week period ,as 2 months is not unheard of in Scotland.....well, I was a working Mum!
And I can't promise things will be any better when I'm a working Mum again.
 I have provided reasonably nutritious meals each night without going in the huff, made everyones 'piece' for lunch and been a gung-ho companion for my son, happily going out to play after tea. Normally I'm too tired and grumpy.

On balance, same person, more time. If you were to look at my actual work output over each day, it wouldn't be terribly impressive. But the bed-change thing - you cant take that away from me.