Well...that didn’t go as planned!

Since going back to work last term Hunter has spent a day with my mum each week and we thought we would continue this over the holidays so he was still adjusted for when I go back to work again. I was going to be very productive on these days, a full 8 hrs, the amount I would accomplish would be insane.

I’d planned out all the things I was going to do. From vacuuming and cleaning (yawn) to cooking up new recipes and going for a nice long run without time restriction (my version of fun). I was going to paint my nails, put on a face mask and have a bath. Do the groceries and rearrange the pantry. There were many things on this list. In a day I was going to achieve great things. Change the world, maybe even end world hunger. 

 Main priority when you aren't looking after a tiny human.

Main priority when you aren't looking after a tiny human.

I definitely did not end world hunger. I didn’t even shower till 4pm. I spent majority of my day watching reruns of The Kardashians whilst eating my choc-almond granola with peanut butter straight from the jars. No house work was ticked off, oh no, wait, I washed a mug. Oh, and the spoon I used to eat the granola and peanut butter with. It counts doesn’t it? I managed to shave my legs...far from the pampering session I had planned out in my mind. I thought about cooking food and devised some amazing meals in my head...but Kim and Khloe’s latest argument was reviting and the couch and I could not be separated. I did write a blog post on keeping organised, which now seems rather ironic. I bought bananas. Smoothie bowl making was under fire and that was a necessity - at least I had some priorities on my baby free day. 

 Peanut butter is everything.

Peanut butter is everything.

Ive realised that Hunter is what keeps me on track. The fear of him being unsettled later ensures I make the most of my time, completing jobs and tasks like a machine. By 10am I’ve normally done most things on my list. including a workout and a run. Hunter never gets too upset, but unsettled enough that I couldn’t do the things I want to achieve with a baby on my hip. I can’t believe how little I accomplished when I’m not operating on the clock of an 8 month old. There was nothing to hold me accountable when it’s just me. Hunter makes me a much more organised person, and I like it that way. I need him back now please Mum.

So on Monday I bought bananas, shaved my legs, ate half a tub of peanut butter and tried to decide what Khloe will name her baby. That is how I spent my first full day without Hunter. I still can’t decide if I’m happy with the end result or not. However unproductive my day was, Hunter was definitely missed and I’m glad I got to bring my little boy back home with me - even if he didn’t go sleep until 10pm and ended up in our bed by 10:45pm.