Lucas goes to preschool 18 hours a week.
Six hours, three days a week.
Those 18 hours are precious as hell to me but also busy as hell.
If I’m not sitting in a doctor’s office or being seen by a doctor, which eats up a lot more of those 18 hours than I care to report, I am running around like a chicken with it’s head cut off.
I typically have a ‘To Do’ list a mile long consisting of phone calls to make or return, groceries to purchase and dry cleaning to drop off and pick up.
I use those three days to walk the dog, tackle mounds of laundry, attempt meal planning and/or cooking, keep our home in order and if there is any me time left over, I catch up on my shows, blog, get my nails done, shower and wash my hair or enjoy the company of a friend over lunch, but every once in a while, I forgo the busy morning and appointment driven days and take myself to breakfast.
This is what that looks like:
Just me, a pot of green tea and a book. It’s a rare but lovely treat.
Where do you find your bliss?