My mind, she's wandering to funny places.
Right now, I'm perfectly happy and content - not feeling smothered, anxious, overwhelmed by domestic duty etc. etc, etc ....
but maybe I know a storm is brewing?
Maybe I'm preparing for times to come.
Like the nesting.
Man, I love the nesting.
But this forward planning has a different feel to nesting.
It's less about pretty colours, tiny clothes or super soft blankies.
For some reason I keep coming up with little escape routes in my head.
Little tricks of the mummy trade that make me giggle- and then want to swiftly store them away upstairs for tougher times on the home front.
Maybe I am missing my running more than I realise!
Some ideas to escape the daily household grind, the incessant whining (of a junior or senior variety) or just squirrel away a few seconds of relative peace and quiet to gather yourself....
1. Start vacuuming.
Head towards a room and close the door (I choose the study - computer's there).
Keep the vacuum running - but sit down and do whatever you feel like.
ie. read the magazine you stashed in there earlier.
|Muuum, why you running away??|