Mondays, Mondays are my day off, I look forward to these days so much, to have a sleep past 10am, to mope about in my pyjamas, catch up on knitting, do some cleaning, work on projects i have started, or want to start, cuddle the dogs. Then it comes to a Monday and i just want to sleep the day away, i am sat here in my jammies, watching murder she wrote, working on my dads hat, under my duvet, and i dont want to move. The bathroom needs to be cleaned, its gross, the bed needs changed as the mutt was sick on it, i need to put stuff away, plan business stuff, work on the new window diaplay, head to the shop and pick stuff up for this evening. but i cant be arsed moving, and then we are back to the whole freaking out about time as i need to go to the yarn bombing this eve. and i cant be arsed to leave the house. Im not sure if this leaving the house thing is anxiety, or laziness, or just comfort. I really dont know. It doesnt make sense to me, it comes from the days of working evenings and everything had to be done for a certain time so that i could go to work, but now its ridiculous, i mean ill be back at 8, thats still like 3 hours of home time. i really dont understand how this works. im not sure how to fix it! Maybe a cup of tea, and clean the bathroom...lol.
But first i shall finish the ribbing on my dads hat!
Writing it down helps! Sigh.
