Do you ever wonder why you get worn out, I do, until I have a day like today. (actually every weekday)
My hubby often jokes about "Why I am always tired", "you have to do work to be tired" he say's, Just before he gets the look, the don't push me look, the look he has nicknamed the "Scotty Glare". (Maiden Name was Scott)
My day starts at 6am ish, when the hubby's alarm goes off, I desperately try to get back to sleep for another hour needing every ounce of beauty sleep I can get. Then the mayhem starts, not only getting myself ready but shouting on the teenage son every ten minutes to actually move from his bed and attempt to get dressed.
Finally downstairs and the production line of breakfasts and lunches start, while in between making sandwiches I am still shouting on the teen to move and hanging out today's load of washing in the hope it will stay dry until I get home again this evening.
Finally the teen is up, dressed and looking human so I leave at 7.45, to a day in the office. Most people find it strange and have no idea how we manage it but I work with my hubby, technically he is my boss, but I do not dwell on it or acknowledge it unless I have to, best not to make him too big headed about it ha ha. So a full day in the office, non stop chaos until I leave again at five, or maybe six depending on the day or the traffic.
Funny how the 20 minute drive home can turn into 45 minutes in rush hour, but its also means I have that time to chill, reflect on my day or work on the to do list for when I get home. Sometimes its time to turn up the music and forget the lists and the worries and to just sing, it always sounds good when the radio is louder than I am and its good for the soul.
Tonight the drive was far from chilled, it was a call to my son, a call to the hubby and then a trip to Asda, stocking up because it didn't get a chance at the weekend, planning the meals in my head on route so I can make sure we have what we need for the next few days at least. It never stops them moaning "there is nothing nice to eat" or wanting the opposite to what I have planned, but I do it anyway, who needs gratitude !!!
Home and its time for the next job to start, wife and mum, son's tea made, dishwasher emptied and loaded again, washing off the line, rabbit fed and watered, our tea in the oven, next load of washing in the washer ready for tomorrow morning.
Why am I tired, this is why I am tired. I finally sit down as everyone else is thinking of going to bed, so do I have an early night, don't be silly that would be sensible. Once they go to bed its my time to chill, watch what I like on TV, write on here, enjoy the quiet, the no noise and plan tomorrow's to do lists ready to start it all over again.
Would I change anything, god no, I love my life, my family are my world and I wouldn't have them any other way, well an occasional day off would be good, but hey ho, life's for living, I can rest when I die.
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