My mother forbade me from doing any housework.
A friend told me I really needed a rest and breather.
My mind tells me I’m lazy and apathetic.
My body refuses to do anything but sleep, eat and watch Sons of Anarchy.
Yes, it’s my once-a-term child-free week.
I didn’t have many plans, but I thought I’d at least get motivated enough to cook some healthy food and go for my regular walks. And maybe just manage to tidy my room.
Perhaps I simply don’t notice the exhaustion until the boys are gone and I’m home alone? The motivation to get things done simply deserts me, as soon as I walk into the empty house.
The couch beckons and becomes my home for the week.
This time, I did manage to get some work done. And went grocery shopping. Twice.
I went to Melbourne for a networking event, did dinner and a movie with one friend and a working lunch with another. Surely that’s enough?
Am I rested? Probably. I’ve been getting 10+ hours of sleep each night, there has been no whining, or arguing in my ears and I haven’t had to respond to a dozen requests for food each day.
This rest period will see me through the remaining week of school holidays and into Term 4. I’ll start getting twitchy around week 4 and by week 8 I’ll be shouting at the boys nearly every day. By the end of term I’ll be numb and just going through the motions of parenting. There will be no enjoyment, no smiles, no interest in anything.
And then I’ll get another week of rest.
Thank the deities for my mum.