A weekend of quiet was planned. A weekend of peace. Husband was working and Poss having her first, long awaited, sleep over at my Auntie’s house. So, a weekend to myself.
Time to think and to process. To recover from my own holiday bounce. To find some sort of order for our home, after being away for so long. To try to adapt to another set of changes; find a new plan.
I thought I would write. I thought I would spend time online. Thought I would do some planning.
Instead, I got the house in order. In fact, the house is sparkling. Then did some shopping and had my nails done. This morning I slept late, before doing the groceries on my own and then caught up with friends. Procrastinating? Maybe.
I obviously needed the sleep, it was 11 hours. But I woke up feeling hungover, tired and unable to concentrate. Funny how a big sleep can do that. I didn’t even have the drinks last night at dinner to warrant it, which just makes it unfair really.
Only now am I sitting down to my laptop.
So, the weekend is over and there isn’t really a new plan. Nor do I know what’s going to happen next, beyond the vaguest of outlines. I don’t like this feeling, but it is what it is.
On the plus side, the house is clean and washing done. My nails look fab and I picked up some bargains while shopping. I have tidied piles of paper that hadn’t been tidied in months. Poss has returned, having completed her first sleep over; tired but she had the most wonderful time.
Ambiguity is not my friend, but at the moment, it’s my companion and I have to learn to get along with it. For the time being at least.