I was woken this morning to the padding of paws on bedroom floor. A spaniel head slobbered over the side of the bed and then the creature jumped up and made himself comfortable on the pillow next to me. Er...no. It's bad enough being woken and crawled upon by kids, but when a drooling, smelly hound decides that your bed is his, that's called taking the p.
So after my rude awaking, I mooched around irritably and then took the kids ice skating, a regular home ed event that we haven't been to for ages. It felt like a constructive thing to on a day when I had a feeling nothing much was going to happen. Ds1 didn't want to skate and instead he sculked around, trying to glean as much incriminating evidence from the adult conversations I was participating in. It seems to be getting a habit.
The rest of the day was unconstructive. I put washing in...and left it in the machine. I started doing the washing up...and then left it all in the sink. I started googling and ebaying for a vehicle to take on tour with us when we go away at the end of summer...but couldn't find what I wanted at a price I wanted to pay. I thought about sorting out some camping stuff for an overnight stay tomorrow...and didn't. Eventually I flung some books into a bag and managed to get them to the charity shop (with minutes to spare before they closed). I thought about cooking tea, then gave up thinking and sent dh out to get chips.
Some days are like this. I'm not sure what they mean. Do they mean I'm lazy? Do days like this mean I need a break, a change of scenery? I dunno.
Anyway, I've decided I'm going to give this day of the week a new name. It will become Non-day. The day when nothing happens, even if it should.
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Well I spent the day looking for the floor (it's been missing for a couple of weeks!)
Did manage dance class for 4 year old and making pizza for tea though, so not a total loss.
But I think we sometimes just need to stop........
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