Our alarm went off at 5am this morning. On a Monday. I rolled right back over and let James get up to get his exercise on. Fast forward to two hours later and I could still barely peel myself out from under the sheets.
So I dressed like this. With a definite view to getting hot and sweaty at some point in the day.
It’s now 3pm. I’ve cleaned the bathroom and downstairs loo, swept every single room on the ground floor, washed and dried 2 loads of laundry, done the supermarket shop for the week and completed the school run.
I decided that today was the day that I’d search for the Easter baskets and decorations. That’s the American/German influence on the celebration. So, thinking I knew where they were in the attic box room, I moved everything out only to not find them. Instead, I utterly sorted and overhauled the room which resulted in advertising and already selling some of our baby gear.
I then went to the basement and the first box I looked in had the buckets. I could have saved myself approximately 2.5 hours had I have looked there first.
But have I worked out yet? Hell to the no.
I did make some salsa and ate a whole load of chia and quinoa chips.
James keeps asking me when I’m going to do it which is ever so slightly grating on my nerves. I don’t know. Later maybe..?