I get out the granny squares I've made but making more seems an insurmountable task so I put them all away again without even getting out my hook.
I look at the dust collecting in the corners of the upstairs rooms but dragging the vacuum upstairs to deal with it seems a step too far. It's a wonder we haven't got rats as the children have a habit of eating cream crackers in bed.
I think about going to the gym, but if there isn't an organised class to go to (in other words, if I have to motivate myself) I end up not going.
I need a hair cut... the children need hair cuts... I've been letting the fridge get so empty that there's no fruit for the children's packed lunches... the list of things I've not been doing goes on and on...
But then this week the sun has come out...
the repetitive day-to-day routine dictated to us by school has gone and I went to a Zumba class yesterday and actually found myself enjoying it instead of just going through the motions.
This is good, yes?