I used to think that housework was a never ending chore and even though I had a lot of downtime due to procrastination, I never got to just relax. I always felt guilty for the things that I should be doing. Now even if the house is a sty, I know that I have a system and a schedule in place to deal with it. I still feel a little guilt, but it's lessening. I never thought sticking to a routine would be so freeing.
I've set aside Tuesday as my free 'day'. All of the kiddos are out at school, so I do my daily chores and the rest of the day is mine until school's out. It's taken me years to come around to the idea that I can take time off, but I'm just a better person when I do. The kids generally follow my lead and if I am calm, relaxed and happy I can respond to them as such.
Unfortunately yesterday was such an odd day weatherwise, alternating wet and biting with dry and mild all day, I stayed in for most of it.
I started rereading this book, one of my absolute favourites:
Written during the great depression, it always gets me out of a thrift-induced deprivation funk. And speaking of orchids:
Mr PL once rescued this one for 50p from the yellow sticker pile, it was in a sorry state. This is its 3rd year of flowering. I can have orchids on my budget.
I drank unholy amounts of tea and ate an unhealthy amount of coffee cake:
In the afternoon I risked the elements and took myself off to my local yarn store:
Lots of bright colours and greys, the picture doesn't do them justice.
And that was that.
No comments:
Post a Comment