I have to face it, I've tried and I've failed.
Today was the last day before the school holidays; the last time for 2 weeks that I had the chance to DO things.
My plan: to be uber-organised, have a spotless house, a diary full of fun things to do, to do my exercises, finally get back on the treadmill, write another 1000 words of my novel and... well take a shower and wash my hair.
Points of plan achieved: 0 (Yes, not even a shower (sorry to anyone I met today)).
I have no idea why. Tiredness? But I'm ALWAYS tired!
I decided that this was just one of those days when I had to accept I'm going to achieve absolutely NOTHING or else go MAD*
So halfway through the day, in my messy house, having NOT written any of my novel, NOT washed greasy locks**, NOT even replaced the milk that ran out yesterday (milk for mummy's tea, not baby milk don't worry), I decided that I would GIVE UP.
I would accept that today was going to start and end in chaos; that I'd just have to run a comb through my string-for-hair, that I'd drink my tea with a splash of whole milk and pretend it didn't taste REVOLTING. Even the diet was abandoned. Yes, dear reader, chocolate biscuits were consumed... bite me***
OK, so it's hardly the scandal of the century: I haven't stripped off my clothes and run wailing through the streets (as I said, bit too tired today - maybe tomorrow), but I've just decided that the only thing I'll achieve today is a plan that tomorrow will be better.
Tomorrow I will (1) clean at least one room so it gleams (2) clean ME until I gleam (3) write 2000 words of the novel (penance) and (4) (most importantly) make sure that the kiddies have fun.
(Optional point 5): If time, strip off and run wailing through streets. I mean, why not? It's the weekend....
*I tried going mad late last year, and it's not the release you might expect - see the lunatic rocking in the corner? C'est moi. I'd like to go mad in the manner of an old fashioned lunatic - wild hair (check), ragged clothes (check), carefree abandon and lack of self awareness (I'll have to work on it). My brand of madness sucks. But I digress...
** Medusa - eat your heart out girlfriend!
***That's what the biscuits said, I mean