Sunday 15th February 2015
Today is marked by the distinction of being quintessentially domestic. We are talking vacuuming, mopping, washing and hanging clothing, removing stains from garments, even batch cooking for Kingsley’s days at nursery. Usually I make a point of visiting a friend on my days off, or at least meeting up with someone for a tea and chat. But today I dedicated to my son and the house. Literally!
Right now, at 10:42PM, all is quiet at home: the boy is passed out, I am comfort eating, checking out photos taken over the weekend, the house is spotless and smelling faintly of bleach, Erroll has by now landed in Dallas. Just me and King, and the best bit of all? Zero stress about waking on time to rush to my high-stress job.