I have been playing Super Woman today.
I ask you, who needs the gym? Someone needs to remind me how much money I’m saving because man, I busted my butt today. Most of the morning was spent working in the garden doing lawns and dishing out some much-needed TLC (read: vigorous weeding) to my overgrown garden beds. Four loads of washing were then washed and hung out, before I raced to the shop to organise sleeping bag for Son #3’s trip to camp. Thank God I looked at the list of what to take – he leaves on Wednesday.
At 5.30pm I found myself scanning cupboards desperately searching for some much needed inspiration required to make dinner. Times like these I wish Jamie Oliver would pop in and whip something up. He can do it in only 15 minutes now, apparently. Brilliant. The starving Blokes Wot Live Here are like rust; their appetites never sleep. (Oh, and in case you’re wondering, I decided on tuna & egg pasta bake).
One super-cold bottle of cider is currently being rolled as I type this post and my bodily collapse is expected to occur at about 8.30pm, by which time my youngest son will be in bed. Everyone else is old enough to FEND FOR THEMSELVES. Just sayin’.
Now to Monday’s business. Given my labours of today the music feels kind of appropriate. I didn’t realise how old this song actually was though – can you believe it’s been 40 years? And it’s still relevant, as women everywhere continue to battle sexism at work and at home.
Sing it, sister! Enjoy your Monday, everyone.