Freed after years of school runs, I am embracing my new found opportunity to slob around the house for hours in a dressing gown. At 7am, I make something of an effort to wake up children (only because I want to avoid having to replace the school bus and it’s nice to show them I still care) and I let the dog out (to avoid any mess) but then all formal duties are completed and I can concentrate on the day ahead. I had been finding I could go for hours dealing with all my social media responsibilities without getting dressed, but the last two mornings I have taken it all to a new level of decadence. Yesterday, I made a cup of tea to take up when I retreated back to bed with the laptop. This morning I made tea and breakfast before wandering back upstairs. Oh, the joy of it. I could be some 18th century lady of leisure, propped up in bed with reading materials and mobile technology. Well, perhaps not with the state of my boudoir.
When I first moved into a house with a garden after years of flat-dwelling with balconies, it took me 5 years to properly move off (psychologically speaking) the little terrace behind the house. I am grateful in this instance I am reaping the delights of no more early morning school runs in less than 5 weeks.
Despite having three calendars alert and functioning amongst the paraphernalia scattered across the duvet, I have annoyingly still been caught out by mid-morning visits by engineers and meter-readers, resulting in an undignified rush to get dressed before the visitors abandon the house. Clearly some more organisation is required before I can be the Woman in the Dressing Gown for the whole day.