I plan in my head to do things. Clean, go visit my granny. Then I find excuses not to. I thought it was Saturday - I'd got Axel awake for a few minutes with the kids before work, was going to bring them to their granny and borrow her hoover. Call my granny and plan to visit her tomorrow. But then he told me it was sunday already. Ah. And it turns out my granny is going visiting today anyway.
So relief washes over me, I don't have to go anywhere. I'll go another day. I'm a hermit. A lonely hermit sometimes, but one who likes to stay in her jammies.
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I am the same. It's probably why we blog.
Ah yes. And it's great when we give in and do just that, and not do what we think we should. The whole school holidays malarkey takes on new meaning when you realise it means not HAVING to get up and rush out the door... sigh...
Hope you're ENJOYING it!
It's 3 minutes past 8 in the evening here and I haven't yet put on pants.
Nudity, thy name is Xbox...
God no, naked commenting is vile.
I'm in comfy gap boxers.
Hermit time is good though. I swear by it.
hermit time is an absolute must!
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