In the pursuit of having fun, spent the day yesterday with DS and DH, did some exercise, went for dinner and a walk (via the pub). Was lovely, all home by 9pm and in bed by 11).
Today, DH is working so I have been up since 8, washed three loads of laundry, hoovered, washed up three times
, made meals, changed the beds and generally tidied up.
I'm now shattered and back in bed, sort of ready for work tomorrow!
Anyone else ever get the impression that your punishment for a 'day off' housework results in doing double-time the day after, thus ruining any sense of wellbeing gained from said day off? 