When I fell asleep at 5.45pm on Sunday night for 15 minutes with my head twisted and my arm stretched over my neck, I knew it was time for a bit of me time.
Another busy week done, and another 2 weekends worked meant one thing…a day off!
I was asked on Monday, what time are you picking little man up from nursery? My response was – Oh normal time.
I didn’t feel bad or guilty. I knew I needed a day off to do what I wanted to do, and just relax.
I had my parents come up the weekend previously, and worked the Sunday. Then this weekend, I had my in laws up as I worked the Saturday.
I needed a day at home on my own to potter around.
Yes it took me nearly the whole day to clean my house. Yes I didn’t really do anything else, other than the food shopping, but I had a lovely day. I didn’t even look at my work emails until I was watching the soaps after dinner.
I picked little man up at 5.30pm as normal, and went home to do the usual bath and bed time routine.
A happy mummy equals a happy child – that is a statement that rings true in circumstances like this.
I don’t want to be a grumpy mummy, snappy and yelling over something silly. I want to be able to enjoy my time with my little boy as in the week that time is so little anyway.
So yes, I spent the day chilling out, doing the household chores and watching reality TV.
No I don’t feel bad…I had a great day off.
But I am looking forward to the weekend where I do get 2 days off with the little man..with fully recharged batteries.
Busy Working Mummy XOXO