Remember yesterday? Here is what I did on my day off;
- Up at 6am;
- Check work emails
- Go for an hour long walk
- Home – laundry on
- Dishwasher emptied
- Empty nappy bin
- Wash bottles
- Read textbook for half an hour
- Give the garden half an hour
- Prep milk for little man
- Write for half an hour
- Clean the top of the oven
- Tidy upstairs
- Tidy downstairs
- Watch Intersellar (and wonder why someone didn’t tell Chris Nolan to edit it down)
- Drive to creche, pick up little man
And that is why I dropped into bed exhausted at 9.44 pm last night.
So the little man has a birthday. I’ve had my cake, and eaten it too. So have quite a few children, by the way, and as a result I’ve taken a day off to keep myself sane and sensible.
Those of you who know me, know that I don’t actually do well with time off. Instead, I usually end up working even harder than usually but on things that I want to spend time on. I’ve been up since 6 am, and will go for a walk shortly once things are done here. Sitting around isn’t really what I’m about, and also time to myself is in fact quite rare. The chance to write is really rare, really special. The chance to go for a walk by myself, for example, never really happens.
I’m not complaining, really I’m not. But I’m looking forward to this day off, and I hope you have a great day too, whatever you’re doing.