Although I do have work planned, mostly meetings and a lot of writing, leaving PR has given me the opportunity for a more flexible schedule. You have no idea how much that feels like a gift!
First on my agenda, sleep in. This doesn't always happen as on the weekends a my hubby is also home and requires all my attention devoted to him. I don't mind it: the cooking and making plans for us: but it's also exhuasting when I have homework and other responsibilities on my plate.
Need I remind you: Marriage is no joke!
But, like usual: I make plans while God laughs, and he did.
At 8:30 a.m. my phone rings dead in the middle of a dream about a mail-order mop (don't ask!). I don't pick up, but can't sleep.
I scroll through emails only to read an obnoxious one that makes my blood boil. I read Facebook statuses only to get quickly bored. I'm tired and I just want to sleep in.
Another call: "don't forget the painter is coming at 11 am," my hubby tells me.
I quickly turn over and put a pillow over my head while Maya, now officially up, jumps on my back like a cat.
I peek from under my pillow to see clothes on the floor and shoes. Lots of shoes. Another causality of my surgery: not knowing which shoes fit and when.I sit up and type. Type this.There goes my Monday.