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…..
Wow you have made me feel totally exhausted reading about doing nothing!!! Today I was dressed and at the beach by 9.40 but I can say your day sounds 100 times more exhausting than mine. Perhaps next Sunday give doing nothing a skip, it might just be a whole lot more relaxing.
Enjoy those sheets tonight x
the beach? did you build castles?
No dog walk, writing in sand 🙂 and hot choc in the sand dunes. The days of anything else hot in the sand dunes are a thing of the past!!!
Ahhh, I am sure a bit of gin in the sand could steam it back up!
I agree – sounds like the only thing that you didn’t do today was get dressed properly! Lol! But the main thing was that you enjoyed it! And that’s what it’s all about.
I love my day PJ’s – elasticated waists are the way forward!
Brilliant post. Love it! The Vicar gets one day off a week so I take it as my day off too. Except that I have to get up early, feed the kids, wipe down the bathroom, take them to school, then the same but vice versa in the evening plus homework, bathtime, bedtime. And he gets to stay in bed. Half the morning and a good chunk of the afternoon. Because it’s his day off!
Try living with a stay at home dad, he is trying to claim for two days off – in a row!
Brilliant!
Thanks x x
Hah. I resemble this post so often…
Its a talent!
He he I had a feeling the way this post would go after reading the first paragraph! x
I am stereotypical!
Gorgeous, like a duvet day but in an elasticated waist instead. Can’t wait to do the same.
Enjoy! X
Amazing! Pj day ?? My hubby works nights I wake with the two little but loudest kids and then spend my time while we get dressed keeping them quiet while he sleeps then plan my day of doing anything that means we are not at home making noise which can consistent of visiting people we don’t like much, a day on the beach (with frost) or just after payday a trip to the pictures. All though your day sound busy I would love a pj day x x
Shall we swap for a day? X
Elasticated waists are defo the way to go!!
I attempted it twice in the holidays – and on BOTH occasions I ended up red-faced as two unnanounced visitors rang the doorbell and I had nowhere to hide.
Worst of which were the inlaws I never see, who then came in and started cleaning my house and asking me if I didn’t want to get dressed. You will be proud of me though – I said catergorically “NO!”. But my face was crimson…
Eek (on your behalf!) X
What a lazy moo! I think that I will take a leaf out of your book and do nothing one day too.
Good plan! X
Its exhausting!
Bravo. We all forget to just chill and do absolutely nothing (well nearly nothing but making tea and slumping around). How I miss those student days. In remembrance of those I too will join you and do the same this weekend ande who knows, maybe make it a weekly thing. Just need to get some ‘day pj’s’ or maybe even a onesie?
I love my onesie! X
LOL! I have been in this situation so many times. The first day of the holidays (I’m a teacher) are spent with the boychild in our jama’s, and anyone who knows us knows that that is what they can expect.
Wise wise lady!
Ah I see that you have the Art of doing nothing down to a t. It must be just wonderful to while away the days just like that…. Ha! This rang so true to me- I find that I do far more on a day ‘lazing around the house’ than when I’m out and about with the kids. Doesn’t matter what you do really- mouths need fed, bums need wiped, all in a day’s work!
exactly! doing nothing is exhausting