Friday 2 March 2007

i just don't know what to do with myself

I'm at home all by myself today, and I feel like I should be doing something. I'm not off work sick, I'm on a gen-u-ine holiday while my husband slaves away at the office and my son is enjoying his first day in the Big Boy Room at nursery. It's been a hectic, chaotic, stressful two weeks. I had a short work week to complete a huge amount of writing without killing anyone (which is no small feat for the pregnant technical writer), baked brownies and cupcakes for various birthday functions for Jack, survived Jack's birthday party at our local play centre with 10 toddlers and 4 babies (oh thank the gods our kids are at the age where parents actually stay with their kids and don't just drop them off for parties), got us packed up for a weekend at the in-laws' for more birthday festivities, tidied up the bottom floor of our house in roughly 15 minutes (i.e. the amount of time between arriving back home and Paul picking up my parents at their hotel), and spent the past week entertaining/cleaning/cooking/trying not to fall asleep while my mom and dad were over for a visit. Now, for the first time since I was down with the Evil Cold Virus From Hell, I'm at home by myself with not a thing to do.

So what am I complaining about? I'm going to get caught up on the dozens of programmes yet to be watched on Sky+, do a bit of pregnancy yoga, and hang out with the dog. I might even have a nap; I haven't decided yet.

Nothing to do, indeed.

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