Mondays are not usually a great day. I put too much pressure on myself to have a good Monday, to start the week as I mean to go on, and this rarely puts me in a productive mood and I tend to rebel against myself and my organisation. Mondays are the days that diets fail to start, housework slips behind and children are late for school.
But not this Monday! Oh no. This Monday I got DD to school on time without the rush, went into town to pick up some things I needed and got home without any unnecessary impulse buys, sorted out a form for the DVLA, organised a magazine subscription and downloaded another form I need to print out once the ink arrives for the printer. I then entertained (well, had my friends and their toddlers round for tea and cake) and picked DD up from preschool on time. The children had a good lunch (dippy eggs cooked to perfection) and were quite jolly.
The horses all went smoothly, I managed to ride the gelding but didn't get any tack cleaned. I bought home the numnahs and saddle cloths to wash though.
Once home I chucked some crumpets at the kids and cracked on with the risotto to go in the slow cooker. Then I crashed. By the time the kids had eaten their dinner, all I could do was give them a quick wipe down and get them into pyjamas. By 9pm I had two asleep children, clean hair and a glass of wine. Not bad going really.
Sadly, there is no chance of sustaining this level of productivity for the week, this morning I have slipped up on the diet (breakfast at the pub) have had unnecessary expenditure (breakfast at the pub and a new book from Oxfam) and have done bugger all since I got home. Hey ho.