Do you sometimes feel like you are going so fast that you might be missing something? I have been full speed for the past few months and am finding it hard to slow down. Then your body gets to the stage where it protests too.
Today I not only slowed, but I stopped. Everything.
My darling husband kept the kids super quiet and my room super dark (thank the Lord for roller shutters) as the kids got ready for school this morning. I missed the alarm clock altogether – his plan – and he got the kids ready and off to school. I awoke to a silent house, figured out what was going on and promptly went back to sleep. I crawled out at 10am.
Today has been a rest day, and I didn’t realise how much I needed a day off. It took me the rest of the morning to clear off my desk – there was that much stuff piled on it from the Chapman Valley Show day that I couldnt’ even scrap a photo on it. I sorted, organised and cleared. Now my desk is clear and I can scrap again. I didn’t make phone calls, I didn’t do housework. I didn’t call work. I didn’t leave the house all day (unless you count sitting on the back patio eating a waffle cone with choc-chip icecream alone with the birds as going ‘out’ ). I made eggs on toast for lunch and ate it at my desk, flipping through the new Scrapbooking Memories Mag. I was pretty chuffed to be “published”. Then I proceeded to go through all my old mags and have a clear out. Sometimes you just need to make room.
It’s been so quiet today. Come 3.30 though and I could hear my family coming by the time they got to the highway. I swear they only have one volume.. loud. Child #3 comes in last, I am lazing on the couch. His hello was “Hi Mum, how many times did you spew today?”. Nice. I said I wasn’t that kind of sick and then child #2 says, “well, you could have gone to school – I mean work – today and soldiered on like you told me to yesteday”. (For the record she stayed home when she was unwell yesterday)