Bleak, bleak weather. We had hoped to be able to have a nice day out in Richmond Park. No such luck - it is so miserable outside you are tempted to keep the blinds drawn. As we are held hostage inside the house by the rain, I wonder how this Sunday could be turned into something less than an absolute disaster.
First and foremost, the boy is his dad's responsibility for today. That should make things easier. Having sorted that out, I wonder what I should do. I could bake - something nice and tea-timey like a marble cake. Trouble is, I am too exhausted. I could crochet - the granny squares I have been intending to work on would be just the right stuff for a day like this, but I am too spent. I could read, or watch a nice documentary on iPlayer, but words and shots swim before my eyes in a blurry haze and I have trouble staying on top of the plot.
I think I know exactly what I will do - sleep.
What was I doing even thinking about the other stuff?
2 comments:
Can daddy and son join you in blissful sleep - sleeping feels like a real fun activity these days, eh?
hehehe... that is if sonny allows anyone to sleep! :-)
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