I think I might be suffering from burn-out September. It’s a simple affliction and One That can be put down to … simply doing too much.
As the summer holidays drew to an end I had thought I would treat September a bit like January.
I would cut back on the food and drink, get back into my usual fitness routine, ask the domestic goddess I know is hiding in me somewhere and gene rally be a fitter, calmer person, who does not feel guilty at spending an hour with my Kindle and a cuppa.
But who am I trying to kid? When on earth do I actually get an hour all to MYSELF … especially with, in the space of one week the hubby turning 40 and the baby of the family – my boy – turning six.
So, no sitting around for me. Chance would be a fine thing.
Since sending the nippers back to school (with PE kits, lunch-boxes and very clean uniforms every day so far I might add), I’ve spent my days off being chief party planner and That is no mean feat
The American comedienne Lucille Ball once said: “If you want something done, ask a busy person to do it” and that’s pretty much been the story of my life so far this month.
And, consequently, I’m now craving a day of doing absolutely nothing.
There’s just one problem. I’m really, really rubbish at doing nothing.
Fortunately all the hard work paid off and Mr. M’s birthday celebrations went off with a bang, Although three and a half hours sleep on a Sunday morning isn’ta really enough to sustain anyone through the next week and I would not really recommend it.
But at least I’ve had this week to just sit back, catch up and do that thing people tell me is actually very good for you … relaxation.
But I’m not sure I’m very good at just sitting and doing nothing, even though the idea does appeal to me.
Take this week for example. I took a day off midweek to celebrate my son’s birthday.
Much to his chagrin, he was at school for the big day but, it was me who did all the work back at UHW all those years ago, so I thought I’d treat myself.
It would be a good opportunity to catch up from the weekend, I’d grab a coffee, put the DVD boxset of Brothers & Sisters on and simply veg out.
But it did not really go According To plan and I’ve come to the pullout I’m not a ‘sit down and do nothing’ kind of person.
I got home from the school run in the pouring rain (Which is a struggle in itself) and had to phone the dentist to grovel That I’d missed my daughter’s appointment.
Fifteen minutes later, after finally finding a Mutually exclusive time for her to go again, once I’d found a free hour in my dairy, I had to do a quick phone interview for work.
As I finished the conversation, my text beeped to remind me That I’d Agreed to meet a mate to buy food for the six-year-old’s shared a football party.
So, the coffee wouldhave to wait and off I trundled to Tesco to buy sweets, treats and birthday cakes.
Then said-mate reminded me That the daughters were doing netball practice after school and consent forms needed to be signed and fees for samba band had to be paid so as I dropped her off I whizzed round to the school to do the Necessary admin.
And as I got back into the car, I spotted the disposable cameras on the back seat, waiting to be underdeveloped from the almost-10-year-old’s school trip to Brecon, so, having just sampled the delights of Tesco, I headed off to even more delightful Asda.
Once there I had some time to kill so thought I’d take the time to browse the clothes for some bargains for my autumn wardrobe.
Half an hour later I Carried a bag with a pair of jeans, shoes and two shirts – for my daughter – picked up the album of photos, mostly made up of ‘selfies’ by my daughter and her roommates, and finally got home.
Just as I was about to get comfy on the sofa, a long conversation with my mum about the weather getting cooler and how we’d need to sort out our wardrobes, got me thinking That maybe i should do just that. So I did.
Oh well. I might be tired but at least I’m warm. Reckon I need to update the wardrobe though. Maybe on my next day off …
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