I've just had one of the most productive mornings I've had for ages.
Got up just after six (ok, so maybe that's part of the reason the morning was productive - it was longer than usual!) because that's when Joshua got up. Had a quiet time, then a shower. Went downstairs for breakfast with Joshua at about ten past seven. Finished breakfast and took Joshua to pre-school (usually, we both go into breakfast with the girls, but I managed to get us out the house early!). Got back from pre-school and registered the girls in breakfast. Chatted to chef about gluten-free needs in the house, sorted out a couple of other 'house' things. Went into town (about half-eight) to do the gluten-free shopping. Bought it all, along with osme furniture polish and stuff for us. Still had an hour left on the car's free parking, so went to have my haircut (got into the fifth hairdresser I tried!). Had a look at a derelict cinema I'd like to buy in Burton. (We can all dream...). Got home, unpacked the shopping. Sorted out claims for the bursary, took them and pocket money to the bursary. Wrote up accounts on computer and caught up with the news online (also checked emails and stuff). Went to pick Joshua up from pre-school, doing the recycling on the way (and there was lots!). Got him home, sorted pre-lunch drinks for guests, put Joshua down for his nap, had lunch, during which I read a bit of RT Kendall, sorted post dinner hot drinks, and sat down to write this.
Surely this level of organisation and purpose won't last...
Oooh, lunch guests are coming back, gotta dash!
30 years on, YLT still cut the mustard
6 years ago
Oh dear.
ReplyDeleteAbout 15 minutes after I wrote this (maybe ten) Joshua came downstairs with his piano and started playing it for the guests... So much for a nap. Have now tried again.
My marvellous day is all unravelling.
As you are now able to fit all that in during one morning, maybe you should ditch the car and go for pedal power (obviously once pedal power isn't fast enough you can then join my campaign to convince wive's, generic, that all men ride motorcycles!)
ReplyDeleteGiven:
ReplyDeletea) how far away Burton (and thus the supermarket) is,
b) how much recylcling needed to be done,
c) how tight timings were
d) how many reasons I've just thought of :)
Ditching the car isn't really an option. As for pedal power, 'we' do occasionally ride to pre-school. As for motorbikes, neither mum nor Anna have allowed me to get one. "They're too dangerous". Even when I responded, "If God wants me to die, he doesn't need me to be riding a motorbike to do it" they remained unconvinced. (Maybe mentioning 'death' and 'motorbike' in the same sentence was not wise...)
Perhaps not soooo wise!
ReplyDeleteThat was a lot to pack into a morning!!