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
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