Oh dear, that didn't go too well. Thought I'd have a nice laze in the bath, but just as I started to relax, the brain went into gear. Was thinking about what I need to do this week and what I was looking forward to and what I wasn't:
Thursday: All good. *smiley face* Ah, must remember to get up and sweep the house through and the fireplace and shelves need a good dusting. Oh and ensure C is up so we can watch Grimm before E turns up *not so smiley face* .
Friday: All set to get started on a cake that I have commissioned *smiley face* Must get to Aldi and buy some chocolate and a couple of other bits *still smiley face* Oh, what if they haven't got the choc I want? Must remember to go to Wilkos on way home and check out some new tins while I'm at it. Oh, and don't forget to ring the PC man about the installer programme and must remember to do the monitoring in the garden with C. Suddenly Friday isn't looking as calm and collected as I first thought *smiley face waning a bit*
Never mind as Saturday is sort of free in the day. So anything not done Friday can be done on Saturday *smiley face back*, but then I'm going to have to kick 'other half' out of the kitchen *smiley face starting to look a bit worried* but I've got the quiz night to look forward to in the evening. Oh, but that means going out, that means getting dressed and, bugger, can't have a drink with the tablets I'm on and what if people don't turn up and what if I make an idiot of myself. Oh, whatever, it'll be a laugh. *still smiley face even after tiny hiccup* Must remember, however, that;
Sunday: Babysitting for the day. That's fine. If weather nice might go out, if not so good, may go in the garden and there's always indoors with a DVD if necessary. I know I'll be knackered, but *smiley face*
These thoughts then brought me to next week where I've got the cake to do and I'm panicing about whether it'll get done, be ok, work and that they'll like it. I'm hoping no disturbances, that home ed will get done and I'll still have time, that my back and hips won't hurt too much. Now I'm not saying I don't want to do it; I do, I really do, but this is what runs around my head. Then of course I'm off to London on the Friday and the Saturday, so I'm thinking about train times, whether C will still want to go on Friday, will I be able to get him up in time, will he be moody, will I be moody, making sure money is there and I remember to take it out, whether my hip will be killing me by then and that I won't be expected to walk too much on the Friday and that Saturday the seats will be comfortable.
And the list goes on! In the end I thought I might as well get out of the bath and come downstairs as it certainly wasn't turning into the relaxing bath I was hoping for. I wanted to get downstairs and write this out before I forget.
I'm not saying that all of this stuff doesn't go around everyone's head in one way, shape or form, it must do and I'm not looking for sympathy as I know there are busier people out there who work wonders. All I'm saying is I wish my damn brain would switch off occasionally and give me a break. I'm now thinking that 'I can't wait for the next two weeks to be over'. Crazy thought as 99% of what I'm doing I really want to do, but my brain is working overdrive to the point where it just wants to stop and have nothing to do. Really brain, you think that that is going to happen? Get a grip and stop whinging. *winks*
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