Sunday Night Reflections

This is where you'll find me most Sunday nights!

After a long drive on Friday (five hours, coming home from a meeting in Maidstone) I really should have got myself an early night. But I find that after a day where I've spent a lot of time driving, it can be hard to switch off when I get home. I never really know what to do with myself.

I dragged myself, my overnight case, bag and laptop through the door, dropped it all in the kitchen and put the kettle on. Then I picked up a magazine but I didn't want to read. I switched on the TV but I didn't want to watch it. I went upstairs and laid on the bed but I didn't feel sleepy. Weird. This just made me irritable so as soon as Boyfriend came home I laid into him for not having emptied the dishwasher whilst I'd been away and demanded to be taken out for tea. We went to Our New Favourite Indian (fourth weekend in a row) which made me a bit happier. On arriving home, he immediately fell asleep on the sofa and I stayed up until 1am reading blogs when I should have been asleep. Big mistake.

On Saturday morning I headed off to the hairdressers for my cut and colour. Three hours later, with a numb behind, I drove into town to visit my family, whom I haven't seen for about a month. It's only a half hour drive but it can feel a big deal after a busy week, I don't make the effort as often as I should, to be honest. My little 22 month old nephew almost made me cry by saying 'bye bye Rachael!' as I left - it was the cutest thing! In the evening we went to see Lawless at the cinema, another thing that is a rarity for us this year but I enjoyed it so much, it was the best film I've seen in ages.

Today I've been irritable since I was woken up early by my boyfriend bouncing on the bed like a child and singing 'come with me to let the chickens out, you can watch Cocky nailing all the hens!' Not really top of my wishlist for the day but off I went, in my dressing gown and Uggs to the bottom of the garden, before I'd even had a cup of tea. The neighbours must think I'm crackers. I had a whole list of things to do in my head, all of them were things I NEEDED to do rather than things I WANTED to do and that was just making me grumpy. Going to Tesco, the country store, walking the dogs, cleaning out the chickens, cleaning the house, doing the weekly online shop, doing the washing, going round to the new house to crack on with the painting .... all I WANTED to do was sit in the sunny garden room and have some 'me' time.

I know I sound ungrateful and lazy but I just didn't want to do anything today. I was feeling tired and very 'woe is me' about my list of chores.

I did half the chores and then gave up. I retired to the sofa and that's where I still am. There's a leg of lamb in the slow cooker and I'm planning how to make next weekend better;

* Take a leaf out of Rosie's book and plan the week's meals - this will help with the shopping and mean I don't have to 'pop to Tesco' at the weekend
* Split up the housework into daily tasks so I don't have to do it all on one day
* Don't stay up so late on Friday night
* Work at the other house on Saturday and have Sunday to myself

Work was so busy last week and from now until the end of the year it's only going to get busier, so I really do need to manage my time a bit better. By the end of the week I'm so knackered all I want to do is sleep and watch crap TV.

Me: 'I'm so tired. I really am going to bed early tonight. I mean it.'
BF: 'Why don't you have a bottle of Crabbies and get pissed?'
Me: 'I can't get pissed, I've got tea to cook. I can get pissed after tea'
BF: 'Yeah, otherwise the Yorkshire puddings might end up like biscuits again'

He's so supportive. I compromised and started on the Crabbies whilst cooking. As you will see from his 'arty' photo above!

Do you ever have weekends like this?