OK, dear readers. I have something to tell you. I have two days to myself. I kid you not. For two whole nights hubby has taken little miss, along with the in-laws, away to the beach. It is the first time since missy was born that I have been in the house overnight alone. I’ve had nights without her, but hubby was there. I have been away from both of them on work trips, but never have I had the bliss of sitting at home without having to do anything.

You want to know something else that will make your jaw drop? This is all happening at the same time as my usual day off with missy, which has meant – a day to myself. No working!  Nothing!  I ask you, what could be better than that?!

Now, you all know I love little miss to pieces, but any parent can appreciate just how exciting a day to myself is. So, what did I do with it you ask? Oh dear, you’re going to hate me.

Unfortunately, I did not time my appointments well and my day off started with waiting for an electrician to come by. He was coming “between 8am and midday”. So, I reluctantly set the alarm clock, had a fitful sleep where I thought people were breaking in constantly, got woken up ridiculously early by the children next door whooping (usually I sleep through it, but their noises alerted my mumma senses after a night without missy) before having a very quick shower in order to be ready by eight.

Of course, the sparky didn’t come at 8am. And, until he came, I could not leave the house. I could not get coffee, I could not stroll down the beach, and I have become incapable of just sitting around. So, what did I do?

  • Put a load of washing on – well, it is Thursday after all, and that’s what I do on Thursdays, no big deal, nothing to be ashamed of
  • Stripped the beds, and re-made them – ditto
  • Sorted through a bag full of crap – to be fair it is something I have been meaning to do for ages, it had to be done
  • Hung the washing out
  • Put a load of washing on – yup, stripping the bed creates washing
  • Swept and hosed down the carport – OK, at this point parents who long for a day to themselves are entitled to feel outraged at how I’m wasting it
  • Made muesli bars – am I super Mum, or what?
  • Ate three muesli bars, and then picked at all the collapsed muesli bars that failed to set – perhaps not super mum
  • Hung the washing out
  • Put a load of washing on – I. Shit. You. Not.

At this point I was running out of things to do, so I decided to do my bathroom cleaning early. Seriously, I’m not bragging, I’m actually a bit embarrassed by all this, and feel that I have let parents down the world over. However, cleaning would mean that I could spend the entire weekend with missy without doing chores. It was at this point the electrician came around. I then proceeded to sit around aimlessly, looking like lady muck herself, while the sparky replaced every light in my house, and proceeded to tell me stories, which seemed to necessitate indicating what race the people were he was speaking of!

It will please you to know that as soon as he left I went and got myself a massage, had a coffee, strolled along the beach, before buying an armload of groceries and cooking sausage rolls for little miss to put in her belly when she gets home tomorrow.

I know it’s not the most exciting way to spend my time, but it has freed me up for my beautiful girl, who I miss dreadfully after just one day!

Well, maybe I’ll paint my toenails tonight to make myself feel better. It’s not like I’m going to be jumping off the couch every five minutes for missy’s endless stream of toilet breaks! I’ll save that story for the next blog!

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