Bit of a lightbulb moment
Actually, several lightbulb moments so far today and it's not quite 11am.
First, getting up earlier really does make a huge difference to my day. Yeah, I know, not exactly rocket science, but the past few months I've really struggled to get moving before 8am. A combination of not getting to bed before midnight, being woken anything up to 5 times a night and then having the alarm go off at 6.15 for James. Doesn't really make for a restful night's sleep, so when I do doze off after he's left for work at about 7am, I'm forcibly woken up by leaping children at 8am and feel all the worse for it.
So this morning, I was up and dressed by the time James left for work. Mainly because I wanted to take some Voltarol and needed to eat before taking it (it's not pleasant if you don't). So my morning went as follows:
7-7.30 - bring laundry in, put more on line, load machine, eat breakfast, take tablet
7.30-8 - feed and dress children, blog, check email
8-9 - do half a mountain of ironing whilst chidren play (dismantle) bedroom, start interesting conversation with Myf on the Second World War, prompted by an advert on Classic FM for the Victory celebrations on July 10th (her birthday)
9-10 - child-initiated hour-long WWII fest, reading Horrible Histories of Woeful World War Two, in depth study of wall map following invasions etc as laid out in Horrible Histories, talked of rationing, why oranges weren't in the shops, why there were no supermarkets (oh to go back in time), how much butter you would have been allowed per week, etc
10-10.45 - more ironing, Myf pairing socks, Tea and Piglet dismantling the other bedroom, then nappies out on the line, and another load of washing put in
Am dead impressed with myself. Seems the drugs are working! Not too impressed with the state of the kitchen though. I'm not daft enough to try and empty the bin, which desperately needs doing, but I need to sweep and mop the kitchen floor, clear off the counters, then go outside and move the two tables and all the plants thereon down to the greenhouse, plant the remaining tomatoes, chilis and eggplants into the growbags or the greenhouse soil and see if James has sharpened the lawn mower blades yet.
That's all on top of the normal 'find living room floor, dining room floor, top of dining table, computer desk etc' routine that I should do anyhow but never seem to get round to.
Oh, and the Kessingland packing.
First, getting up earlier really does make a huge difference to my day. Yeah, I know, not exactly rocket science, but the past few months I've really struggled to get moving before 8am. A combination of not getting to bed before midnight, being woken anything up to 5 times a night and then having the alarm go off at 6.15 for James. Doesn't really make for a restful night's sleep, so when I do doze off after he's left for work at about 7am, I'm forcibly woken up by leaping children at 8am and feel all the worse for it.
So this morning, I was up and dressed by the time James left for work. Mainly because I wanted to take some Voltarol and needed to eat before taking it (it's not pleasant if you don't). So my morning went as follows:
7-7.30 - bring laundry in, put more on line, load machine, eat breakfast, take tablet
7.30-8 - feed and dress children, blog, check email
8-9 - do half a mountain of ironing whilst chidren play (dismantle) bedroom, start interesting conversation with Myf on the Second World War, prompted by an advert on Classic FM for the Victory celebrations on July 10th (her birthday)
9-10 - child-initiated hour-long WWII fest, reading Horrible Histories of Woeful World War Two, in depth study of wall map following invasions etc as laid out in Horrible Histories, talked of rationing, why oranges weren't in the shops, why there were no supermarkets (oh to go back in time), how much butter you would have been allowed per week, etc
10-10.45 - more ironing, Myf pairing socks, Tea and Piglet dismantling the other bedroom, then nappies out on the line, and another load of washing put in
Am dead impressed with myself. Seems the drugs are working! Not too impressed with the state of the kitchen though. I'm not daft enough to try and empty the bin, which desperately needs doing, but I need to sweep and mop the kitchen floor, clear off the counters, then go outside and move the two tables and all the plants thereon down to the greenhouse, plant the remaining tomatoes, chilis and eggplants into the growbags or the greenhouse soil and see if James has sharpened the lawn mower blades yet.
That's all on top of the normal 'find living room floor, dining room floor, top of dining table, computer desk etc' routine that I should do anyhow but never seem to get round to.
Oh, and the Kessingland packing.
posted by Kris | 10:47 am
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