I didn’t start my day with sun salutations and blessing the world for another day.
I didn’t count back from five and shoot myself out of bed like a rocket ready to take the day by storm.
I didn’t drink a glass of cold water to kick-start my digestive system and shake my body alive.
But I did insist on a morning kiss and cuddle from my son, a must I never waiver.
I did let him try coco pops for the first time in an effort to distract him from wanting Jam on toast. (Sugar swap)
I did get on my hands and knees, pregnant belly bumping the floor, as I wiped up spilt milk covering the couch and floor.
I did add extra milo to my milk.
I probably won’t fold the laundry today.
I probably won’t empty the dishwasher.
I probably won’t prepare dinner.
I probably won’t talk to another adult today.
I probably will nap after lunch while my son watches his Ipad.
I probably will make some excuse as to why we can’t go to the park.
I probably will use Facebook to stay connected to a world of lies, misery and misfortune.
I probably will use my heavy belly as an excuse for all of the above.
I know, that I will do this all again tomorrow. Some parts better than others.
A ‘did not’ might become a ‘did’ and a ‘probably not’ might border on ‘maybe I will’.