Here we are, it's Sunday night again. I have successfully embarked on rowing and making up with my family, the weekly onslaught of washing, mess, tidying up, desperately trying to squeeze in a bit of quality time with children and husband and now here I am washed ashore at the end of the weekend about to embark on the thrilling tasks of preparing for the week ahead at school. Wow weekends fly by. I can never quite decide if I like them or not. I spend all week desperately looking forward to the weekend when I can relax. I am clearly deluded that I live a different life. My weekends are indeed a change from the week, but relaxing they are not! The positive thing about this time in the week is that I usually find that against the odds I do feel more prepared spiritually, physically and emotiionally than I was in my battered, fragile state on friday night. I have of course also got that slight feeling of impending doom that seems to come with Sundays.
Anyway, what the hell, bring it on. If it's a tough week there is always next weekend to look forward to.
Swam again this week, perhaps I will become one of those people who exercise regularly after all.
Happy working week people. x
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