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.
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.
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.