All by myself - but not alone

Finally! After eight, or is it nine weeks of lock-down – we stopped counting after the first week - the husband left to go to his office earlier today and the kids have finally left the house to go to school.

I am giddy. I have the house all to myself! There are butterflies, in my belly!

I almost don’t know what to do, or rather where to start. There are so many things I want to do! So many things I could do, and even more things I should do – but I definitely won’t go there.

• Write a blog. Doing it!

• Write on my book. Later.

• Update the presentation on the workshop. Hmmm. Nope. Not today.

• Update the home page. Can be done tomorrow.

• Continue the course on social media writing. Probably should, but nope.

• Continue the course on writing fiction. Yes, later. Probably before I write on my book.

• Calling my mom, sister or friend. Nope. Not now. Want to be all alone.

• Looking up what it was I should do on the podcast. I can do that tomorrow too.

The list can continue.

But what I will start by doing. As I usually do.

1. Drink coffee

2. Do important stuff

Oh.

Then that thing happens which shouldn’t happen.

I write about my relief, that finally I get to have almost 3 hours to myself in the wrong chat group!

I could have posted the message in any group, other than the one that either destiny, or my subconsciousness made me pick. Any other group would probably have been better…

I posted the message in the group created by my youngest son’s teacher reaching all of the parents.

Ups. I blame the giddiness.