I think this happens to everyone. That magical day when you lay around and do nothing. No cleaning. No cooking.
Before my tiny human, I would get this “nothing” day every couple months or so… I haven’t had a nothing day in at least 1yr 2 months and 13 days.
Today is the day!
After, breakfast… Mommy & me… Swimming.. Lunch… I’m going to do NOTHING!
Of course “nothing“ happens like I plan.
The dishwasher needs to be emptied, clothes need to be washed, and I have to figure out dinner, because I escape from my house for 2hrs this evening.
It sounds terrible, because I am thankful to stay home with the little dictator. But let’s face it… A person can only hear “mama mama mama mama mama” so many times a day for continuous days without going mad.
I now know why my mother was so nuts when I was young. She had three of us. I think my sanity is going after 1.
So, fuck it. I don’t feel bad. I’m going to do something today, and then escape. If all is right with the world, the little nugget will be in bed when I get home.
Maybe tomorrow can be my nothing day. Probably not, but I never lose the faith!