I don't know how they do it

So just a couple of weeks into this full-time working thing, and already I was channeling Kate Reddy - rushing out the door each morning, rushing to leave on time each afternoon, trying to get at least the most urgent chores done each evening, collapsing into bed, not sleeping well, getting up 7 hours later to do it all again, never feeling I was giving anything enough attention, even cutting short a winter holiday due to a work emergency.

But although I have a new level of  respect for full-time working-out-of-home mums, they're not who the title of this post refers to. It's the full-time working mums who also blog - and not with snapshots and cute things their kids said, but with long, thoughtful, well-argued posts... regular long, thoughtful, well-argued posts - that have me in awe. Because me? Night after night I've opened up my laptop, and then closed it, too tired to even craft captions or transcribe my offspings' utterings.

Tonight - more than a week after the event - I'm just about up for captions. But not video editing, sorry.

Anyway, that winter holiday, it was a school holiday, and the kids and C had a great week in the mountains with friends and family. When I returned home after the first weekend, Lukan was doing this:

When I went back 5 days later, he was doing this:

And this:

Téo also improved hugely, going from sticking to one blue run to schussing down steep runs:

And jumping anything he could:

Thank you ski school!

Thank you nice chalet owners who let us stay for an extra weekend at no extra charge!

Thank you snowy cold winter with perfectly timed spring weather!

(He didn't last the week)

Thank you friends and (un-iPhoneographed) family!

And actually, thank you work emergency, which meant that instead of a long weekend at the beginning of the week, I had a weekend at the beginning and then a long weekend at the end, and so got to enjoy skiing with the kids.