It's the Easter holidays; I've been waiting for this for ages. Fucking ages. Well - six weeks actually; but I have worked really hard. Really hard.
And now it's the holidays and I have lots to do:
-Cleaning the house
-Packing up boxes for storage, charity or the tip
-Admin for school, writing and home
-Catching up with friends and family
-Trips with my children
And that's the list without even thinking about the amount of writing I want to do.
But as I sit here, I'm wondering how much I will really get done. Will I round off the holidays in a tidy and beautiful home, typing away happily and well rested for the term ahead?
Or will I round off the holidays sat on this sofa, still in my onesie, worrying abut all the jobs I need to do and not having done any of them?