was revealed to me some years ago by a young mother who had had four children in quick succession. Her days were full of childcare routines, feeding, changing nappies, wiping snotty noses, preparing meals, etc and her nights were all broken – for years – as the children seemed to have a rota going for waking up. Just as one had been lulled off to sleep in the wee hours, another would wake up wailing.
Stuck to her fridge in her understandably chaotic kitchen was the 11th commandment: Thou shalt bash on.
Don’t get me wrong: I am not ungrateful to my lovely client for choosing me to deliver this current project single-handed. (They could have distributed it amongst several translators to get it finished faster – which is common practice – and I would have earned a fraction of my anticipated fee). I am just feeling a little weary as I have worked longish days since the beginning of the year (4 Jan) including every Saturday and Sunday.
On beautiful sunny days such as this, I sometimes think I have chosen a peculiar way to earn a living! No doubt there are worse (I think I have probably experienced worse, actually) and so it is time to grit the teeth, put the shoulder to the wheel, the nose to the grindstone, the brain in gear and quote the 11th commandment: Thou shalt bash on.