Ready for week two

I've decided that the way to get through the working week is to be super organised. I don't have time to faff in the morning, and any extra faffing time in the evening cuts into my sleeping time (as is writing this right now). So we have a casserole for tomorrow night's dinner sitting in the crockpot all ready to be turned on in the morning, and if I have calculated our hunger correctly then it might even be enough for two nights.  Tomorrow's lunch is nearly complete, the pump and bottles for expressing the precious breastmilk are sterilised and ready to go, and I have clothes ready and waiting to wear. The cellphone is charged, the handbag is packed (complete with wallet containing train ticket and work swipecard - the two things I am most likely to forget), and the shoes have even been shined (seriously!).  And there's a load of laundry being washed right now.   *insert evil cackle*

Ah, time management - often licked, never beaten. Or something. Here's a cute photo of the baby who makes it all worthwhile. She has boobied herself to sleep.  Aaaawwwwwwwww