What happens between 5 and 9pm? Where does it go? Why have I not stopped for 4 hours and achieved bugger all? Aside from putting the kids to bed which was so hideous tonight that I do not want to talk about it, I have brushed the dog (well, tried, I brush the top, the rest is unbrushable), I have opened the fridge 5 times and looked at the ‘Super Goodness” Meal for 1 that I have bought for my tea (The Cyclist is away) and thought about eating it. Whilst thinking, I have consumed a whole tube of Mini Eggs that were supposed to be for the kids cornflake cakes and half a packet of cheddars that I was overjoyed to find in the cupboard. I then tried to sort out the kids bags for tomorrow. I have put 4 pairs of knickers in Little One’s nursery bag and pray it is enough.
I want to say that I put a wash on because, quite frankly, the pooey knickers smell is so very bad. Even when rinsed and wrapped in 5 nappy bags. I want to say I emptied and re-loaded the dishwasher. I want to say I picked up all the CRAP all over my living room floor and did something about the ‘creation station’ that has appeared on my dining table. But I didn’t.
I want to say I didn’t do anything house/wife/mum related because I was busy reading all the work related email pings on my phone. But I would be lying.
I am not entirely sure what I have been doing. I have spent an inordinate amount of time on the internet and even there I didn’t achieve anything. I began by looking for Mothers Day presents, but strayed into trying to find a dress for a wedding I am going to and researching block paving.
Now its 9pm. I am incapable of attempting anything productive. Other than maybe eating the Meal for 1. Because it is healthy and low calorie and because it will kill another 10 minutes where I can avoid doing anything else.