Wednesdays are my day for me. I'm (usually) home, husband and kid free, for most of the day. I use this time to do laundry, sometimes tackle an organizing project or area of the house, do some other random cleaning (or baking!), and on a good day also throw in some exercise time. Oh, and I have at least one show I watch recorded from earlier in the week that I catch up on on a Wednesday.
This has been my schedule for a while now. When I'm home alone I feel like I can be so much more productive. And now I schedule in blog stuff on Wednesdays as well. I aim to create one post and do 2 hours of reading of books I've been asked to review. Oh, and I try to sift through Twitter and FB feeds of other people (and blogs) I enjoy, as well as visiting my influencer-style websites I've joined. My days are pretty full up now, I guess, after I see it all written out!
Anyway, this past Wednesday started out just fine. I shovelled out the end of the driveway (with hubbys help) and then I came in and had ice cream for breakfast - with bananas so it wasn't a total fail! - while I watched my show. After that I spent a few minutes online, browsing through Twitter and other blog-related pages, and half-assed watching another show on tv. And then hubby came home.
It's not especially abnormal for him to come home occasionally during the day. Sometimes he needs lunch, or he forgot something, or he just had a half hour to spare between jobs. But this week he was HOME. As in not going anywhere. And it wasn't even lunch time! I hadn't done anything (besides the hefty load of shovelling) but put some laundry in and watch some tv. I thought I might go for a walk with the camera and see what snow-related beauty I could find. (Did I mention we'd had almost 50cms of snow the day before?)
So that disrupted my whole day. I didn't know what to do. Do I make him lunch, or go ahead and have that entire freezer pizza I'd planned to eat myself? Should I pretend to look more busy than I was? I don't think he knows how much stuff I do checking up on all my blog related sites and pages and influencer stuff. It just looks like I'm wasting time on the net (which I'm sometimes doing too.)
And then he wants to talk to me. I'm trying to be wife-y and sit near him while I'm reading my book and he's "working" on his computer - which I'll say looks to me like what I'm sure I look like to him when I'm trying to catch up on other people's blogs and stuff - but then he wants to talk. Not saying I don't like talking to him, but I'm reading here! And for reviews even, so can I just sit and read?
Then we get the call that Rose is not feeling well at school. So we collect her and bring her home, but at least she then goes to bed and sleeps for an hour or more. But now I feel my day is shot. It's 2pm, I've only got one load of laundry through, we might as well meet Emma at the bus so we don't have to schlep over to daycare later to collect her, and I'm thinking about what time I should start dinner so it's ready to eat before we have to take miss Emma to dance class.
My saving grace was actually being the chauffeur parent, and taking Emma to her Wednesday night dance classes (for 2 hours!) I managed to sit quietly with some other Moms also doing work and finish reading my book and create my review. I even got a chapter into my next book! My dance teacher and some of the ladies from the Monday night adult ballet class thought I should join them for the Wednesday adult ballet (which is a level above what I do on Mondays) but I'm not ready. I do love to watch them though!
Moral of the story? Don't put too much stock into alone time - it doesn't always work out like you hoped it would! At least not when you're a parent. I survived my day, and did feel accomplished at the end of it. And it gave me fodder for a blog post - so win win!
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