Sunday’ze

Does anyone else feel like they spend all week waiting for the weekend then in a blink of an eye it’s Sunday night again and your reflecting on all the things you should’ve/could’ve done? Or thought about doing all week?

Every Sunday night I find myself thinking exactly that whilst aimlessly flicking through the TV trying to find something to watch whilst scrolling through social media halfheartedly taking notice of everyone’s news feeds.

Sunday is no longer a day of rest for me, I can’t remember the last time I stayed in bed past 8am & wasn’t watching milkshake in the lounge sharing biscuits and on my second coffee. Pre-Frankie days I’d stay in bed all day working my way through a box set, napping and only moving to order dominoes or eat my roast dinner!

I did actually get out and away from the pox household to my friend’s birthday, Harry Potter themed Afternoon Tea, which was amazing will post the review this week! 🧙🏼‍♀️

I hate starting the week feeling unprepared or the home untidy, a full washing basket or ironing pile so the machine is usually on most of the morning and I have a blitz on cleaning, emptying the out of date fridge bits and changing the beds. Lunches are made and I pack the nursery bag and line Frankie’s clothes up for the 3 days I work so I can grab and go in the mornings.

This weekend hasn’t been as productive as the above whatsoever we are still in chicken pox territory it’s been a blur of cuddles, thomas films & caffeine. The spots are finally starting to scab over slightly and he is definently getting a bit cheekier each day but he hasn’t ate much, is extremely clingy and a little lethargic.

I feel guilty that I’ve got work tomorrow, Tuesday and Wednesday, he can’t go back to nursery for another week and although I’ve got my Aunt to have him tomorrow it looks like I’ll have to have Tuesday and Wednesday off.

The mum guilt is real but so is the ‘working mum guilt’ no one wants to be that colleague that seems unreliable because of their child but no mum wants to be at work feeling sorry for themselves because they know they should be at home with their poorly child.

I guess I’ll have to see how he sleeps (if and when as he’s still up because Daddy let him have a danger nap 330-5pm whilst I was out!) and make my decision on work tomorrow, as much as I love my job I love him more and if your baby is sick, they’re sick 🤷🏻‍♀️

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