Claire (@lolas_mum on Twitter where I first met her) is holding a good, bad & ugly Valentines Carnival over at her place of the same name.
I’m sure that there will be lots of lovely heartfelt pieces about romance and love over there so please go and have a look.
But for me Valentines isn’t just about red hearts and flowers, its the anniversary of my first all-nighter.
In the banking world this is a real mark of passage – the first time you’re still at work 24 hours after you arrived. The first time you discover that you can work through the night and actually still be productive through all those hours. The first time you are still sat at your desk when the cleaners come in.
I remember the point mid-afternoon on the 14th February when it became apparent that I wouldn’t be leaving early, the point early evening when I phoned Mr Muddling and asked him to change our table to the following night (it turns out this made the restaurant VERY happy because they’d overbooked), and the point around 11pm when it became horribly clear that we were nowhere near finished.
Instead of spending a romantic evening with Mr Muddling, I spent it hunched over a computer with a director peering over my shoulder, frantically rewriting our pitch book.
I still have a copy of the pitch – I’ve kept it to remind myself why last minute rewrites aren’t a good idea and how sometimes less can be more.
But you know, all those late nights in the office were at least good preparation for motherhood and both Toddlergirl and Babygirl are a lot nicer to deal with in the wee small hours than some of my colleagues!