The Day of Rest
Sunday. The day of rest. Yesterday, Saturday, was a busy day chock-full of household chores. But today, today, is different. I can sit on my lazy fat arse and bask in the fruits of my labour from yesterday, right?
Wrong. So fucking wrong.
It’s now 08:30 and I’ve already been up for 2 hours. So far I’ve:
- Fed the dogs
- Topped up the chicken food, cleaned their water and collected the eggs
- Put spare eggs out at the end of the drive, as we sell our spare eggs now 🤷♂️
- Fed the kids
Not so bad. Although an early start, it’s been a relaxed pace this morning, but I still have to:
- Take my oldest to a football match
- Clean out 2 fish tanks
- Move 1 fish tank to a different location
- Cut the grass (I did this yesterday, but it was too long so I need to get that shit under control)
- Chop some wood
- Walk the dogs
- Hang some new blinds in the lounge
- Eat?
- Shit?
- Breath?
“Day of rest” my arse…