My sister and her boyfriend stayed over at my house for the last two nights. While I’m a girl of routine it’s kinda nice to have extra people around. For instance I got home last night to a clean sink, dinner being cooked, the fire had been lit and the sheets that I’d put in the washing machine that morning were now in the house and dry. Ah, luxury.
Normally I would have come home and not bothered to light the fire on a week night where I have work the next day, I would have got some dinner out of the freezer (a meal I’d prepared earlier), I would have had to wash the dishes and I would have had to get the sheets off the line before they got damp. And that’s before everything else that I have to do once I get home from work. I think back to my pre-child days and how lazy I was. I would get home from work and plonk in front of the telly and not really do much else at all.
This morning I set my alarm for around 6.30am, got up, got dressed and took the dog for a walk by myself. This allowed me to go for a longer walk and still be able to leave for work at the same time. It was a bit weird getting to the oval and doing some laps in the dark still but I thought to myself on the way home that I could get used to this. Not to be just yet I’m afraid as there’s no way I can leave JJ in the house by himself when I take Monty for a walk. All too soon, I guess that will happen but by then it might not be Monty I take for a walk but my next dog.
Having said that, I don’t want to wish my life, JJ’s life or my dog’s life away.
