I had the weekend just past to myself as MR decided not to come to Perth. My usual emotion on hearing this is one of neglectedness. I want to see my boy and I don't get my way so I drift off into a funk of woe. I'm such a child sometimes.
Now don't get me wrong, I love alone time. There is nothing better that a few hours of perfect peace and quiet to curl up and read a book. I look forward to days where I don't have to leave the house or see anyone, days in which the only sound I hear is my cat (and myself conversing with her). But I don't love it when those days last the entire weekend.
This time I was determined to be more adult about it. (And perhaps the fact that next week is school holidays and I'm going to go and spend lots of time with him helped.) When MR cautiously mentioned on the phone that he might stay home and go out riding on his quad bike with his friends I didn't chuck a tantrum. I said okay. And then I made a list of stuff for me to do.
Things to be productive like making a new batch of chicken stock to put in the freezer seeing as I had run out. And making some chicken and sweet corn soup with my stock.
Things to relax like sitting in my pyjamas in the sunshine and reading for a few hours (thank you weather gods for playing along)
Creative things like doing a bit more of my blanket which is now so so close to being finished that it just seems to be taking forever to get there. I've got about 15 rows to go. Please excuse my empty pasta bowl photo bombing my rug.
And I've been having these crazy urges to do painting for a few weeks now. So I added that to the list and got out my watercolours for a bit of playing and then to make a card for my friend.
A friend who I organised to catch up with on Monday for morning tea at my place. Three days of solitude is Way Too Much. So I made some custard and berry danishes. And even better, I walked to the shop to get the berries instead of driving.
There was also general household jobs on the list, like washing and collecting all the frangipani leaves that have fallen in the front yard (both of which I've done) and a few twenty-minute-tidies on my list. Six of them. I've managed three so far...
All in all though, I'm pretty pleased with my weekend efforts. Nice even amounts of productivity, fun and slackness. And the house and garden looks much tidier for it as well.
Although the ironing is still sitting in its pile.