Hubby has popped out for an hour. The children are all in bed at a decent time for the first time this Easter holiday and I have one whole hour to myself. I could be cleaning the bathroom. I probably should be doing the workout DVD I bought just after Christmas. Instead I have decided I am going to enjoy this hour by not doing a lot. I am currently finishing the hot chocolate I started to drink in the bath. The bath where no child or man just ‘had’ to pop in for a tissue…. or worse. I have buried myself in the cover and I’m looking at the two cars that my youngest child kindly told me I could play with and left them on my bedroom floor, you know the kind of cars, the metal race cars that are helpfully designed with pointy bits at the top. They shall stay there. I have the remote control to myself and I can watch my trashy T.V with out it being drowned out by ‘does this finish soon’.
I love my husband and children dearly but being able to indulge in doing sweet naff all for one whole hour all by myself is a rare occurrence so the bathroom can stay un-scrubbed for one whole hour, this is my hour.