I rose from my bed (ok clearly not my bed, my sofa) this morning feeling quite positive. By the end of each day I am so tired that it’s all I can do to drag myself to bed and as you can see from the picture, last night it didn’t happen. For the last couple of days I’ve been doing some ‘proper’ exercise on top of the dog walking I do for a living and the fortnightly riding lessons and I am feeling it. So having woken up feeling achy but otherwise well I am now planning my day. I’m not sure how many of you do this. I guess for most people it’s a simple matter of getting up, going to work, coming home, then doing what needs doing, but I have always planned. So my plan for today:
- Take medicine – check
- Have something to eat with second hot drink of the day – check
- Get bathed and dressed
- First paid job of the day
- Second job cancelled so go to town. Pay in cheques. Go to book shop
- Third paid job
- Fourth paid job
- Fifth paid job
- Home for car windscreen replaced
- Possible 6th job? Confirm this
- Make dinner
- Tidy up
- Visit Father in Law
- Make jewellery – have designed earrings I want to make
- Husband home?
- Write some poetry
- Go to BED
How much of this from no 11 onwards actually happens is anyone’s guess but that’s the plan. The least enjoyable part of the day is visiting my Father in Law, but that is also the task that will lead to the most amount of guilt if I don’t do it. How apt that it comes in at No 13!
And today’s ultimate challenge? No. 17 – To make it to bed
