I blogged some time ago about my lack of me-time. Well this morning I got some. An entire morning, no less, with Mr B at work and W in nursery. Did I savour every moment, enjoy every little minute, cram in all those lovely things I want to do but never seem to have the time? Did I? Well, this is how it went. Picture the scene. It is 8am, the boys have left and I am snuggled up in bed. Awake. Left ear fairy: Mmmmm go back to sleep Right ear fairy: You could always get up and clean the bathroom you know. While it's quiet. Left ear fairy: Shhh, no sleep. You said you were ...
Me-time, Schmee-time.
Recently the awesome Mother Venting posted about her me-time, or more accurately, the lack of it. You can check it out HERE. I sympathised whole-heartedly. So imagine my joy when several days ago I discovered that, due to the pre-Christmas drop in folks wanting surgery, I have a work-day cancelled AND a child in nursery FOR THE WHOLE DAY. A year or so ago my plan for such a day would probably have consisted of the following. Have a lie in. Get up, shower, dress, apply make-up, dry AND straighten hair. Go for leg-wax, hair-cut or manicure, or possibly all three. Arrange to meet friends ...