... on my hands. Someone give this woman a job, so she doesn't spend all day procrastinating.

Don't they say that if you want something done you should ask a busy person. Don't give it to me to do! I'll just keep putting it off, and off, and off.

Today once the kids were off to school I raced out for a haircut, and then to my weights class. So then I came home and allowed myself a "reward" of a coffee and a bit of time out after all my "hard work". Time to check the email and blogs, and to collect my thoughts and figure out the logistics of the taxi run this afternoon, and what to pick up for dinner, seeing I couldn't manage to solve that one while in the supermarket late yesterday afternoon - pfft. Time to flex my muscles and acknowledge to self that the weights really are making a difference (and maybe if I did the "homework" I'd be feeling and looking even better.) Ooh, and I might have another coffee now, and maybe lunch. And so I'm still here!!

That all shouldn't take 4 hours though should it! All I've achieved domestically is to hang some clothes out on the line. And pondered what I should do. It's pathetic really. This is the sort of stuff that a working mum does on the fly. And a decent SAHM does automatically, before 10am.

I can't even claim to be a domestic goddess of any variety. Homebaked goodies? Can do, used to do. Good idea in theory. Every time I do the shopping I think I should really make some stuff for the kids' lunchboxes. But then when I'm at home I'm all 'blah! - don't feel like cooking'.

Marc will be away only 3 nights, and even that 'relatively short' trip away feels really strange now after him being home for several weeks now. I was quite enjoying knowing that he would always be there - even if the office hours are still a bit ridiculous. In the past 10 years we have spent far too many nights apart. Far too many. When I look back, I wonder how I managed with 3 young children - although it was by no means as hard a gig as that of a single mother trying to earn money at the same time. (Perhaps just emotionally more 'wearing'...)

Still, I don't think I have really earned the right to sloth, so I had better go and find something constructive to do! If I come back and tell "youse all " what I've done, will you pat me on the back and encourage me to keep at it? Which has given me a wondrous idea. I don't just need a fitness trainer.. maybe I also need a housework trainer! If it wasn't for the fact that I need one myself, I could have just hit on an idea for self-employment!

*snorts*

(Maybe what I do need is a 'life coach' - but with a slightly different perspective to the usual variety...)

Labels: daily, introspection