Wagging...

Wagging....

Or whatever you call it when you take the day off school for no reason. The husband was away with his son, my sons were at their dads, so I took a day off work so I could remember what it's like to be home alone. I never, ever get any time alone. There's always someone about, wanting something, talking to me when I've only been up for a few minutes (well OK, 2 hours), needing dinner cooked and generally, just being around.

Mind you, I think a large amount of the pressure I put on myself to be "doing stuff" is is coming from guilt somewhere. Guilt if I do nothing. Guilt if I'm setting a bad example by being on the computer all day. Guilt if the house isn't clean enough, guilt if.......God, I'd make a good Catholic, pity I'm not remotely close to being one. Anyway, I'll shelve the guilt theories until I work out where it comes from.

So back to when I dropped out of life for a day.

I wish I could say I did something grand and indulgent. But I didn't. I didn't leave the house. All day. I sat at home, on my own and did nothing.

Awesome.