On a day when we lose a precious hour it did seem rather appropriate to do a blog on finding the time to do stuff for ourselves. To be honest, it’s partially because I’ve had a rough week with an ill child, constantly after my attention and a husband who is usually around during the week, but wasn’t this week. It’s also partially down to an argument I’ve just had with my husband over the old favourite – who’s working the hardest/doing the most/the tiredest (is that a word?).
I got really angry about it, because to be frank it’s been a week since I last blogged and I keep having great ideas and not having a moment to write about it. I haven’t complained about it (I don’t think) and I’ve just accepted that this is how this week has panned out. I got on with it I’m the hope that I could snatch a few hours on the weekend. Inevitably all my ideas failed me when I did grab 10 mins, so I tidied the garden and did the washing instead. So now I’m here, on a Sunday having “had words” with a husband who has snuck upstairs to do some work and isn’t having to supervise colouring in a princess magazine whilst desperately trying to produce a blog post.
I’m not sure when the “me” time improves or whether it ever does. I’ve got a 4 yr old and a 15mth old and I’m thinking I might get more time when they are heading into their teens. Its not as if I’m asking for weekend spas (although that would be nice), day long shopping sprees, trips to the cinema or even a coffee with friends without trouser tugging. I’m asking for 20 friggin minutes to write something.
Well, I’ve done it. I’ve batted back every question from the 4 yr old ballerina and managed to write something. Well done me. I’m now off to play barbie dolls, sort out clothes and tidy a bathroom that quite frankly should have been done 3 weeks ago. Enjoy your Sunday folks.