I'm having a lost day. Usually on Friday, Sofia's father collects her, and I wave goodbye, and then become a domestic whirlwind of tidying, cleaning, and organising; merrily ticking off my 'To Do' list, while humming a jaunty tune.
It's now almost 3pm and I am still wearing the same dressing gown I had on since first thing. I spent 2 hours hiding under my duvet earlier, (from who I'm not sure). Today I am sick of being a stay-at-home-single-mum and the thought of never doing anything different, or being anywhere different fills me with a cold dread. On days like today in the past, I would have booked a flight to somewhere far away and wonderful, and been gone before the month is out.
Tempting... but impossible, and I'm sure there's another underlying reason for my restless spirit today.
Maybe I will just bake some dazzling cupcakes instead, like a good stay-at-home-single-mum, and greet the return of my daughter later with smiles and tickles and smears of icing sugar on my nose.
...And nobody will ever know how much I wanted to run away (except for you...)
No comments:
Post a Comment