So yesterday I literally did nothing. I managed to get up and feed my B&B guests complete with smiling and chatting . Then I went back to bed. I slept until nearly 2pm… Despite Hubby trying to wake me at noon. I stayed awake long enough to reheat a cup of tea in the microwave. Sat on the front doorstep in the sun and fell asleep. Woke briefly when Hubby popped home. Long enough to get a pillow and a deck chair. Then slept in the sun.
Stayed awake to eat supper, fell asleep in front of TV. Had an early night and slept right through.
This was me crashing… I refer to my blog from yesterday … Oh yes I did find a moment or two to articulate my crash in blog form.. but that really was the extent of yesterday’s activities.
So today I am already three gardening jobs behind, racked with guilt and stressed by my backlog.
I sat down this evening, knackered and aching from head to toe. As I berated myself for my pathetic state I announced to myself “for Christ’s sake woman you only did 3 hours work today, get a grip”…. Long pause as I’m now lying in bed. This was my day:
Woke 7:30. Got up and prepped breakfast for our 6 B&B guests
Placed an order with our stained glass suppliers
Did 3 hours heavy digging and weed clearing.
Drove the 20 miles to our nearest supermarket. Did the weekly shop
Collected our son
Unpacked shopping
Spent an hour tidying in my own garden
Had a bath
Cleaned the bathroom
Made a roast dinner…
… So to be fair, considering my physical and mental state… In fact, irrespective of my physical and mental state, today was pretty full.
..And now I can add, ‘wrote a blog’, to my achievements for today.
On that note, I am going to turn of the light and zzzzzzzzzzzz
