Quite often I think a day has been a write-off, and I’ve achieved nothing, only to begin writing about it and find that I didn’t do too badly. I was about to complain that I’d had a bad day, but actually that’s not true.
S was in a fairly good mood this morning, and we had a few
rounds of "giggling baby flying around the living room" before getting dressed. When
we came back from our morning walk though, the mood nose-dived fairly rapidly,
and we found that actually, the only things she wanted to do today were the
ones where I was sitting there next to or in front of her.
I felt like I’d achieved very little when I finally crept down the stairs an hour ago, but actually I walked nearly 10km this morning, washed up the teetering pile of plates left over from yesterday’s complete refusal to be productive (not on a Sunday!), washed and dried a load of nappies and some towels, cleaned the sides and the cooker top, put away some washing upstairs, wiped down the play mats in the living room, and spent a good portion of time sitting on said play mats playing with my little monster. So actually, I think I did quite well.
I felt like I’d achieved very little when I finally crept down the stairs an hour ago, but actually I walked nearly 10km this morning, washed up the teetering pile of plates left over from yesterday’s complete refusal to be productive (not on a Sunday!), washed and dried a load of nappies and some towels, cleaned the sides and the cooker top, put away some washing upstairs, wiped down the play mats in the living room, and spent a good portion of time sitting on said play mats playing with my little monster. So actually, I think I did quite well.
These days the vacuum cleaner doesn’t always make its way
out of the cupboard, and the washing up doesn’t often get dried and put away;
but I’ve not run out of clean plates for a while, and my bedroom is no longer
carpeted with discarded clean and dirty clothes. On the whole, today wasn’t bad
– despite the fact I’ve been unsuccessfully trying to evict a ridiculous
headache since 11am, and fell asleep whilst putting S to bed.
I think I tend to fall into the trap of judging my current
productivity against my pre-pregnancy days, when I would clean the whole house
in a morning, and spend the afternoon baking brownies, reading a book or at the
gym. Well, in reality, before I was pregnant my home was probably a lot less
clean and tidy than it is now, but you know what I mean. I tended to do more “stuff”
then, whereas now I can spend an hour sitting on a play mat pulling faces at S,
and that’s a constructive use of my time.
Wow, that's way more than I do in a day! I've added your blog to the list of ones I follow so I'll be able to see whenever you update it. I look forward to reading it!
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