I had actually planned to go to work for a whole week this week - an unusual concept I am sure, but what with visitors from interstate, days off and training courses I haven't actually done a full week for quite some time.
Note the past tense - *had planned*. My boy is sick and I have just got a certificate for him to have the whole week off. Now I need to figure out what to do with all this extra time at home.
I could read a few books. I could give the house a bit of a spring clean (I know it's autumn here but I am sure the concept is the same). I could catch up on all of my reviews. I could sort out my bookshelves.
Actually I could do a lot of things. So why is it that the only thing I actually feel like doing is going and having an afternoon nap!