In theory I have four days off during the week. In actuality I rarely have a day off at all. I work part time, my husband works full time, so I have the lions share of housework on a daily basis. I’m not complaining, we both have our parts to play in running the household, it’s just the way it is. It doesn’t mean that I sit around doing nothing on days I don’t go to my paid job though. So far this week I’ve had Tuesday and Wednesday off but not off.
Tuesday was spent down at the allotment and it was the first day I’d managed to get there in over a month. Between torrential rain, Christmas, overtime, and illness I hadn’t been able to find any time suitable. I was pleasantly surprised that the weeds hadn’t taken over completely and there was actually a bit of veg worth saving. I spent all last year buying scrap wood and making raised beds which have been a godsend with the wet weather. My plot is a layer of topsoil over clay so drainage is an issue. Please excuse the fact my shadow is in the picture, it wouldn’t get out of the way 🙂
I left at 9am, picked up a car load of things from my Mums, went to the plot, and didn’t leave until 3pm. After a hot shower I dressed warmly and headed off to a meeting of the allotment club as I’m club Secretary. It was somewhere around -1 when I headed out and the paths were ice covered. Needless to say that by the time I crawled in to bed I was beyond tired and slept well for the first time in a week.
Today was different but no less busy. Three loads of laundry, the bed has been changed, a trip to the green grocers, forum queries answered,dinner cooked, and all the veg I brought home yesterday has been processed. My spoon allocation was pretty poor for the day so I’m more than happy with it all but it brings me back to the beginning of this post again. There’s no such thing as a day off. There is always that one more thing to get done, one more cup to wash or shirt to iron, one more job to be added to the list. There’s no point in stressing though, there’s always tomorrow!