I woke up today and really didn't feel like doing any housework. That's the trouble with having a housework day, sometimes (more often than not), I'd rather use the day for doing something else.
Anyway, this is what I did do. I hoovered the lounge, Xbox room, stairs and landing. Swept the dining room floor, kitchen floor and all the bedroom floors. Changed our bed. Cleaned the bathroom. Ironed. Moved all these things to their rightful place. The stairs look like this pretty much every morning, it's a job in itself clearing them.
What I didn't do. Dust (anything at all), clean all the mirrors and pictures, wipe all the windowsills down, wipe over the suite with a damp cloth, wipe all the door frame ledges down, change Thomas' bed.
Instead I made myself a coffee, got the sewing machine out and set to making some pencil bags. In a rare moment of inspiration I remembered the gold material on Thomas' Greek costume and came over all creative. I also have another teddy on the go and I finished reading Mrs Miles' Diary.
I flitted between sewing, knitting and reading all afternoon and thoroughly enjoyed myself. At 3.15pm half term officially arrived so this was my last 'quiet day' for 9 days and I wanted to make the most of it.
We've just got back from Mums who made us another tray of delicious flapjacks. Mark is going to watch some TV and I'm going to carry on with some knitting. Then I've booked the tele to watch Mr Selfridge. I stay up later than usual on a Friday as there's no school tomorrow and for the next few days mornings will start later than usual and be slow and leisurely. Perfect.