Realistic Sundays. Because Monday is lurking and we’re all about to panic despite being cocooned in a duvet dream.
- Ah what a perfect laid-back Sunday afternoon.
- I might change into my day pajamas for a little bit before my Sunday roast.
- Heck yeah. That’s what I’ll do.
- *in Christmas pajamas from eons ago*
- Welp, better get in bed. Just for a little bit. The outfit calls for it.
- But before that, maybe I’ll stack my laptop, 3 books, my tablet/iPad, nail varnish, phone and snacks up so I don’t have to move.
- C’mon Kettle Chips, do not slip on me…
- Dammit.
- OK, a second trip is required.
- Should I make a tea?
- I’ll make a tea. What’s a snack in bed without tea?
- *waiting for kettle to boil* I really should have set Netflix up already to avoid the inevitable wait. Next time for sure.
- Alright - tea complete.
- What to watch…
- Should I search fruitlessly for Friends again even though my boxset is right there next to my normal TV?
- Yes, yes I will.
- OK, it’s 100% still not there, just like when I checked this morning.
- MY PARENTS ARE ALIENS!
- Orphan Black can wait.
- Time to let my mind completely rest while my eyes soak in faux aliens on a show aimed at people 20 years younger than I.
- How can I open these crisps without spilling my tea?
- Mate, that was far too British of you.
- *lightbulb moment* Oh wait! I brought a book with me.
- I’ll definitely be able to read and watch this at the same time.
- That was an excellent half a page of not-sure-what-happened-at-all that I just read.
- WHAT.
- It’s 6pm.
- I should probably go and, like, eat or do something.
- Dammit. I told myself I’d eat healthily at work this week. I should go and do something about all that quinoa and pomegranate I bought yesterday.
- Idiot.
- I don’t even know what quinoa is.
- I’ll make one portion so I’ll know whether I like it or not.
- Back to bed!
- UGH. It’s Sunday roast time.
- Better get dressed. And by dressed I mean leggings and one hella loose chiffon shirt. Almost presentable.
- Wow I’m a new level of full. Never been this full in my life. That can be the caption for my weekly Instagram.
- I won’t do this next week.
- *looks at bed den in disgust*
- Did I do that all afternoon?!
- No more. I’m going to light a candle, read a book and watch a drama in the bath.
- Maybe I’ll stack my Lush bath bomb, candle, book, tablet and fresh clothes so I don’t have to make two trips.
- NOOOOO. Why bath bomb? Why roll behind the laundry basket?
- Bath time. I WILL be relaxed. I WILL be relaxed.
- I keep falling.
- Rev Run makes this look so easy while he leisurely updates his Sidekick.
- All gadgets and paper to be 6ft away from the tub.
- And now I’m bored.
- Why don’t bath bombs bubble or something?
- IT’S WHAT TIME ALREADY?
- I wasted my Sunday.
- I could have written a whole week’s worth of blog posts, caught up with that friend, visited my Granny, sort out my floordrobe, prepared lunch and done some yoga.
- Maybe next week. I’ll stack my blogging notebook, laptop, car keys, Granny’s favorite biscuits, clothes and yoga mat together…(!)