As someone who lies down with a drink when the feeling that I really should do some housework comes upon me, I sometimes find myself pitching in and sorting out at the most ridiculous times. Last night I could not sleep so stayed awake watching rubbish movies on the TV and drinking tea and dunking biscuits. Incredibly unhealthy I know, but there you go.
I finally got to bed and asleep at around 2am in the morning and then find myself wide awake at 7 am and to my utter astonishment found myself leaping out of bed and shifting all the furniture around in my living room. Now, this was not a sudden impulse, I tend to mull on things for a while before I do them, but why on a Sunday morning should I suddenly decide that this is the time it must be done? I moved everything around, took me an hour, took one look at it, decided it did not work and moved it all back again. I then went into the kitchen to make some more tea and prepare breakfast and to my utter horror found myself cleaning the oven….yes, the oven, the most loathed job by all women all over the world (as a recent survey discovered – well, I could have told them that straight away and saved them money but they did not ask me).
I am now sitting on my sofa with my trusty laptop to hand tapping away about this as I really need to get this momentary aberration well and truly out of my system. I am hot and dusty and dirty and need a shower and I know this afternoon I am going to keel over and fall asleep on the sofa. I am going out to lunch with a friend today who is a life coach – perhaps she can shed some light on the matter.
Or is there anyone out there who can solve this problem? I do not want to go through this dreadful experience again, it is all too much to bear….
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