I WAS going to get a hair colour (and the various bits and bobs that had been overlooked on the grocery list) today.
We WERE going to mow the lawn.
I WAS going to fix up the vege patch a little.
I EVEN thought about cleaning the house.
Yes, I am laughing on that last one too. Amazing dreams you have when pregnant.
V woke up with an incredibly fogged head, stomach of quicksand, blocked nose and a bark that screamed "quarantine". Scratch mowing*.
The rather uninformative missive we received from the council on Thursday about something to do with not parking our cars at the side of the road this weekend came to fruition, and all vehicles are now housebound due to new bitumen (on the thin strip of road 4 feet out from the gutter). Scratch dyeing**.
I did get the vege garden fixed up, and tonight we are having fresh spinach and beetroot with our dinner - and if all goes well, will have onions coming out of our assets in a month or so.
I figure four loads of washing (and associated pegging***, unpegging, folding and asking family to put away) PLUS whipping 'Salina to tidy her desk**** is my contribution toward the smooth running of the palace for today.
* Yes, I know I COULD do the mowing, but
- V has slight OCD tendencies, which include
swearing mightilydoing battle with the whipper snipper before mowing - I don't have the necessary cussing repertoire to get the whipper snipper to bend to my will;
- V would love to be chivalrous and do it rather than his starting-to-look-on-the-pregnanter-side-of-over-weight wife, especially given the witness list of 14 council workers;
- We have to move V's vehicle to mow properly, and given the second excuse above that was not possible. A stretch, I know. And
- It looks like it is going to rain.
** Yes, I know I COULD cycle to the shops and get said dye, but one of the other items on the list is kitty litter, which conveniently comes in 3kg bags. That just tips it into the "too difficult to contemplate" basket.
*** How else am I to get that "looks like it is going to rain" to convert unless I put the whole wardrobe on the line?
****Courtesy of the magical powers of Harry Potter and the Bribery of Mothers.
And so instead, I am taking my day of rest seriously, communing with God and other bloggers.
How is your Sunday?