Day 8: A Day Of Rest?
07 Nov 2008
It’s early Saturday Afternoon and it’s sort of a day of rest. I say sort of because though I don’t have to work today, it actually means I have to spend the day cleaning my house and getting the washing done, along with all the other crappy tasks I don’t get time to do during the week.
I had a really nice sleep in this morning - thanks kids (they were nice enough to keep quiet for a change and not argue etc) and even once I woke up I just dozed off and on for awhile, until I started thinking about what I needed to do today. I kept trying to talk myself into just taking it easy for the day, and had almost succeeded until I got out of bed and discovered my son, without being told, was cleaning up his room. This of course made me feel a little guilty in the sense that I have so much to do too so I really should get it done.
I also need to get off this computer, otherwise I’m going to get sidetracked and before I know it this quick break I’ve been taking will no longer be quick and I’ll have been sitting here for hours and have nothing to show for it.
Listening to the sounds around me I can hear that my son has stopped cleaning and is playing his xbox (I’m pretty sure though that he hasn’t finished) and the girls sound like they’ve decided it’s time to veg out on the lounge in front of the tv. I might get off this computer and venture toward my son’s room, he bought himself Fable 2 the other night and has promised to let me have a go at it - perhaps now is my chance.
