Lately, I often find myself daydreaming about having a lovely day off at home on my own. Is that bad of me? I secretly urge myself to pull a sicky or book a days holiday, but I just feel to guilty to go ahead with it!
This is how may day would work out……I would get up with everybody else and make sure the little tyke was ready for nursery, before waving him and hubby off at the door. I would then proceed to lock the front door, run up the stairs and jump in bed! Ahhhh, I just crave a nice little sleep in my bed on my own, with no disturbances from anybody else. I would then get up between 10:30am and 11:00am and whilst still sitting in bed, I would leisurely flick through a magazine.
Cue, cup of tea time…. no scratch that, a nice milky coffee whilst sitting on the sofa in my pyjamas with my feet up. Right, time to see whats on Sky Movies, ooo whats that? Bridget Jones? Yes, please. Oh thats finished now, whats next? Quick sandwich and a search for some tv trash recorded on the planner. Whats that? Americas Next Model? Stick it on I say.
Now, its getting to late afternoon and the guilt of doing absolutely nothing is setting in. I rustle up a quick bolognese sauce to make with spaghetti for dinner, whilst listening to a bit of mellow music from the radio in the background. Dinners on and its not long until the boys come back, leaving me with just enough time for one last quiet cup of tea. Oh and a sneaky chocolate biscuit. Ok I lie… two sneaky chocolate biscuits. Perfect!
Oh dear, is it just me with these kinds of thoughts?
I think I am just tired, early night tonight me thinks! Ta ta for now all xxx