I am at home, pottering around. Imagine that! I have FREE TIME!? What? Excuse me? I can hardly remember what that feels like.
Tai is at Jenny's, the childminder, today. He has been going for about a couple of months now, twice a week, every Wednesdays and Thursdays.
But after Jenny's recent 3 week-long summer break, I have to say it is a bit of a relief to have a day to myself again, to just collect my thoughts.
Yesterday while Tai was there, I cleaned, scrubbed, polished and dusted the entire house, did 3 loads of laundry, went to an exercise class, cycled into town and did some shopping, cooked and ate a hot, healthy lunch, and read non-stop for about an hour and a half.
I have become super-productive suddenly. When did this happen? And yet I felt like I was on holiday!
Today was more of the same.
|Ready to help Mummy with the shopping at Tesco.|
After dropping Tai off at Jenny's again, I went shopping at Tesco. It may not sound like an exciting adventure, but I was able to cruise down the aisles without thinking that I had a limited time before a certain
little someone would need changing/feeding/ entertaining/put to sleep.
Looking around the store, I couldn't help but notice that I was amongst a sea of white and greying heads.
It was barely 9am but it seems mums of babies and seniors have a common denominator: we've all been up for a few hours already and a leisurely morning shop and coffee break at 9am is just 'normal' now!
|Eating grapes is my absolute favourite thing to do.|
I was able to actually BROWSE the shelves and read the packets and containers for nutritional value without a certain little someone wanting to 'converse' with me.
I was able to take a split second to do a few quick calculations in my head to see which brand was most economical. What a pleasure! Oh my, doing mental arithmetic is enjoyable!
I had a leisurely HOT lunch while reading a magazine and listening to MY music.
I wasn't interrupted by a certain little someone tugging at my legs with his sticky grape-stained hands and bashing at my feet with his toy crocodile, "Yankee Doodle" music and the sort playing in the background.
I am able to go to the loo WHEN I NEED TO, and not have to wait until a certain little someone was somewhere safe and contained, surrounded by a mountain of toys.
It's 2:20pm and I've just baked 3 cakes, did another load of laundry, packed for our upcoming roadtrip to Cornwall this weekend and caught up on all my emails.
I'm turning round and round, thinking i should be DOING something else but not feeling like there's any real pressure to do anything at all. And yet, things are getting done.
It is a strange, strange feeling.
And yet, I find myself glancing at the clock often today - and then quickly deducing how many more hours, minutes, until I see a certain little someone again.
And then he's all mine for the next few days, she says greedily... until I need a little respite again next week.
It's a perfect situation.
Whoever said a "Happy Mummy is the Best Mummy" was absolutely, positively spot on.
Three hours and ten minutes..... and (not) counting ....