My family had a little adventure this weekend, leaving me at home to work and tend the animals (though I joined my loves on the tail end of their trip). I cannot remember the last time I was alone in my house for three whole days and two whole nights. Have I ever been? I don't think I have. There was a lot of anticipation on my part, about just how I would spend that time. So precious that alone time, I didn't want to waste it on the 'wrong' things! So silly. I had one lovely night with girlfriends knitting and talking late in to the night in the yurt, the perfect spot for such a gathering (even though the house was empty!). That was dreamy. I woke up on Saturday determined to make the most of that day too, and set about to doing laundry. I know. Not the most exciting of tasks but I felt certain that getting it all 'done' would be so satisfying and not take too terribly wrong. Of course, I momentarily forgot just how much laundry is created in my house. It's a lot. And I very nearly spent the whole day doing it, quite happily really, listening to audio books and the birds while hanging it on the line, and thinking about my babes as I distributed it to their rooms. But at a certain point in the afternoon, I realized that the laundry was never actually going to be 'done." At that point, I declared it 'good enough' and got to even more satisfying things. Like making. Except I couldn't quite land on one particular project and so I hopped from one to another, and that was quite lovely too. I started a Dress No. 1, made some good progress on my Imagine When shawl (started oh so long ago, but just picked up again recently), and I cast on for a Sweet Peasy for Annabel. A little bit of sewing, a bit of knitting, some progress made, and the beginnings of something. Just the way to end a day of laundry!
Of course I enjoyed my quiet time alone, and I always do when little pockets of peaceful time like that appear in my life. But somehow I think I'm far more productive WITH the flurry of family life all around me. Which of course, is a very good thing, since they most often are. I was happy to usher them back in the door, you could say.
And you? Are you making these days?