Today I decided I needed a mental health day.
It was going to be a reasonably quiet day at work, I had plenty of rec leave up my sleeve and a very understanding boss.
A form tomorrow and a sigh of relief.
I had a few things to do.
I’m making a little slideshow for my mum’s 70th birthday.
How gorgeous is my mum?
There’s something about the sixties… so glamourous.
I love the headbands, the pointy shoes, the gloves, the hats.
In the morning I met the lady who is coming to clean our house. We’ve been doing our own cleaning but with both of us working full time and a recommended cleaner available, I thought it was time to say yes.
OMG our house is disgusting!
I thought it was relatively clean – we had cleaned on Saturday – but no.
It seems that some people are gifted in that department. I am not one of them.
Then I had to go over to Mum’s house to pick up some more photos… which enabled me to have another cuddle with my new niece and score some salad for lunch.
Afterward I played with the photos before leaving to pick up my kids from school – a rare treat.
I actually thought I was supposed to be having parent-teacher meetings but that’s tomorrow.
At the end of the day I feel as if I have been on holiday for a week.
So relaxed. Nice clean house. And organised for Mum’s birthday… with the small exception of the present. *worried look*
I think the idea of regular mental health days is a winner.