Well, that was another busy week! Another birthday, another party, another cake.
Honestly, I’m not quite sure whether I’m coming or going this morning.
I feel that I’m in a strange calm, after the storm of activity. There was no calm before it.
Tiredness perhaps, but after three weeks of organizing and lists and stress about forgetting something or making mistakes, it’s more like a break in service. I’m tired, but more than that, I feel slightly disconnected. As if an overload has burnt out some circuits!
I’m sitting here, knowing that I have to start catching up on normal life. I’m aware that I have a huge list of things to do, but really I just want to collapse on the sofa with a cuppa and the TV. And that desire is winning.
The problem is of course, with kids factoring into the equation, I can’t just opt out for the day!
The packed lunches won’t make themselves, the laundry certainly won’t magically clean and fold itself. And, those books that are due back at the library today won’t get there on their own.
It’s one of the truths of parenting that there are no days off. This is both wonderful and terrifying. Especially on days where I’m not entirely convinced I’m up to looking after myself, let alone three children…
And, is it just me, or is there a real sense of anti-climax when you’ve had a particularly busy time?Especially if you’ve organized an event of some kind. The day after feels rather flat.
But, I need to give myself a kick. Shake it off and get on with my day.
No more procrastinating.
Let this blog post be the metaphorical kick that sees me tackle that to-list, plan the rest of our week and stop faffing.
Just let me have this cup of tea first.
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