It is almost 9:30am and I am still sitting on my bed dressed in my PJs. The light is softly sparkling through the blinds. I decided at about 05:30hrs this morning that I would take an impromptu flex day. I was just feeling too tired, too exhausted, too pregnant, to drag myself out of bed and on to work. I am fortunate enough to have a great guy for a boss so I flicked him an email and got a cheery “no worries – enjoy your day” response.
There are a thousand things I could be doing. There is washing in the laundry waiting to be hung out. There is cleaning, washing floors, dusting, vacuuming… There is sewing that I want to sew, hooking that I want to hook, photos that I want to take, organise, file. Songs I want to load onto the iPod. Gardening that needs to be done. Appointments that need to made and shopping that needs to be done. I’ve been working some l-o-n-g days, getting into work before 6am and not leaving until 8pm, so there are so many jobs that are backing up around here.
BUT… I think I might just sit here. Here in my cozy bed with my computer on my lap. Resting. Stretching my legs and wiggling my toes. It is time to just be.