I was looking forward to the time to myself. Husband was working so I had the full house to myself. Well, apart from the cats but they don't require much attention.
I got lots of blog work done and videos filmed for my YouTube channel. I did some sorting of clothes and books and stuff we no longer need.
I enjoyed countless hot cups of tea and coffee and croissants, fresh from the oven.
It was bliss.
For a few days anyway.
Then it got a bit boring. I found myself counting down the minutes until 2.50, when I could finally leave the house to get the kids. I missed them being around. The house was too quiet, even with me blasting music in the kitchen and dancing around without a care in the world.
I know that come Thursday when I'm back at college I'll be wishing I was still off and enjoying all the free time but I do miss not seeing the kids all day.
Isn't it funny how you wish for some quiet time and you end up missing the noise?