As we climbed into bed last night, relishing the warm duvet against our cold skin I turned to he who helped create them and said ‘shall we do nothing tomorrow, have a rest day, maybe not even get dressed?’ Half asleep already he turned and replied ‘yes’ and then wandered off to dreamland.
So I slept the sleep of the excited, of one whose sole aim was to achieve nothing the day after, to reminisce my student days where days could pass without me exchanging PJ’s for unironed clothes.
BB must have got wind of my plan as she kindly decided to lend a hand by waking up at 5.30am so I could full maximise my day of nothing, I sprung out of bed, quickly exchanging my night PJ’s for day ones (it isn’t cool to smell anymore), grabbed the baby and headed down to the sofa preparing to lounge about. Twin boy and twin girls inner motion detector went off as I crept past their room so soon the four of us were doing nothing together.
Quickly after serving up three different breakfasts, changing a nappy, dressing the baby and wiping an arse I enjoyed a quiet chuckle at my crazy behaviour, honestly do I think I am eighteen again? Then I resumed the lounge position again, read two stories, made a play doh creature, opened my book and then closed it again to read with twin girl and then played the role of teacher in twin boy’s imaginative game.
I found the doing nothing with furry teeth quite uncomfortable so I arose after a luke warm cup of tea to go upstairs and rub some Colgate across my less than pearly whites. Whilst I was upstairs I thought it wise to quickly make the children’s bed and to pop a few toys back in their ‘homes’ and quickly peeked around my bedroom door to ensure that he who helped create them was still safely sleeping and hadn’t been disturbed by the noise downstairs. Reassured that he was still dreaming of happy times I closed the door silently and padded back downstairs where I washed the dishes and got embroiled in a quick game of Elefun.
I started to feel slight pangs of guilt about being such a lazy mare when he who helped create them awoke and so to release the feelings of shame I made him a nice hot coffee, even remembering to put the coffee and sugar in first before adding the milk. Stirred to perfection I presented him with the steaming mug, giggling that I was still in my pajamas. ‘It’s my day of nothing’ I proclaimed with a smile, ‘sorry nothing has been done.’ He grinned at me, ‘everyone deserves a day off love’ he said as he drew his bath.
Back downstairs time was passing quickly, proving that it is simply not true to state that time drags when you are doing nowt. Seeing the big hand was swiftly approaching twelve I nipped my lazy backside into the kitchen and made lunch, ham sandwiches for twin boy, crusts off, tuna mayo for twin girl, crusts on, crackers for BB, tuna wrap for me and ham and cheese for he who helped create them. All accompanied with the correct amount of fruit for age range and a side portion of crisps. I must say I felt a trifle odd eating lunch in my PJ’s but what is the point of dressing to do nothing. After washing and drying the lunch things I popped BB to bed, nipped back to my room and made up the bed, then I disappeared downstairs and cleaned the dining room floor, as all was quiet I even wiped down the floor ensuring that the room was no longer breaking any hygiene laws.
Then I did some work, answered some emails, half watched a film about a rat and a kitchen, prepared packed lunches for the next day at school, all in my PJ’s, all with a smile. BB awoke and we played some more, this doing nothing was simple, I was starting to feel tired which was odd as I hadn’t done a thing. Again the clock started to chime it was nearing to time for tea and I quickly knocked out toad in the hole, accompanied by cheesy mash, peas and broccoli, laid the table for five, poured juice into the cups and called my family to eat.
I regaled my family with stories of how I had wasted a day and promised to be better tomorrow and back in clothes!
Following tea, I washed and wiped up, bathed each of the kids, read stories and packed gym kits and cuddled them to bed.
It wont be long before I climb into the sheets myself, doing nothing is bloody hard work, how I could do this all day at University and then go out in the evening is beyond me…..
It must be my age…..