Lazy Monday …

dawn

The pale light of dawn showed me it was time to get up. I resolutely pulled the covers closer around me and refused. It was a matter of principle. For once, I didn’t have to. Okay, I still wandered down at 6.45… but that was my choice; yesterday it had been 4 am, and that sort of wasn’t. So here we are, Monday morning, around ten o’clock… the first day of the working week and I am still sitting huddled and chilly, wrapped in my dressing gown and in no hurry to get to work. I am two hours late. This is unusual. Not, I hasten to add, through any misplaced desire to be a slave to the clock, but usually because my employer is waiting for his early morning tea. Today, however, the alarm clock stayed silent, my frozen fingers tap away merrily between throwing the inevitable tennis balls and reaching for the next cup of coffee. My employer is absent, ensconced in a seafront hotel and I will wander in to work shortly… when the mood takes me, or I run out of coffee… whichever comes first. Possibly the latter.

I don’t actually have to go to work today. I could have what is known as a Day Off. This is a rare and elusive beast for carers, seldom manifesting at those moments called weekends and national holidays when they are usually sighted. It would, in fact, be the first Day Off not booked as part of my annual leave in the best part of two years. I shall not take it as such, though, but will go into work anyway and do the necessary… which, if I am extremely unlucky may even include hauling the pond pump and filter out to clean as it has been playing up… and the fish won’t like it if it dies again.

On the other hand, the whole day feels different because the clock can be ignored. I will work without my boss under my feet… a comment I can make with impunity as he is also my son and Mum can get away with saying a few things Employee might not… especially when said son gets away with the kind of jocular insults that might land a straightforward employer in a tribunal…usually targeted at my lack of verticality, my age or mental stability.

For once, however, I could wish he was going to be there to hear about his adventures first hand, as the crackling phone call doesn’t show the sparkle of the eyes when a challenge is set and achieved… and yesterday’s adventure was no small achievement and adds another T-shirt, and another medal to his collection.

Now… should I get dressed and wander off to work…? Or have another coffee…

About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She writes alone and with Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. Find out more at France and Vincent. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs. Follow her at scvincent.com and on Twitter @SCVincent. Find her books on Goodreads and follow her on Amazon worldwide to find out about new releases and offers. Email: findme@scvincent.com.
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48 Responses to Lazy Monday …

  1. newsferret says:

    Have another coffee or two 🙂

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  2. Ah … and I just had my first cup of coffee … Heaven! And I do not want to be a slave to the clock either – what is Time actually, but a man-made schedule to organize human being’s movements! Yes, indeed.

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  3. alienorajt says:

    Enjoy your Day Off, Sue, and mainline the coffee! xxx

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  4. Mary Smith says:

    Enjoy your day off, though I’m sure you’ll be round at Nick’s when he returns to hear every detail of his adventures.

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  5. Get a take out and kill two birds with one stone. You see, I’m always thinking 🙂

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  6. A well-deserved day off, courtesy of that employer that you love. Nice. Hope you relax and enjoy it ! ☺

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  7. Reminds me of when we were on call for my grandmother. My dad was the primary and would have to drop everything if she needed help. Guess that’s what you do for family. I’d have another coffee.

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  8. You can exhale now Sue, you have done a wonderful job as a Mum. It seems to me that Nick is a very efficient young man, and good looking too. :o)

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  9. praise be to retirement when no such question pertains

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  10. davidprosser says:

    I hope your choice was another coffee. After all, it’s likely your employer will still be waited on today even if it isn’t by you.
    Many congratulations to him for the achievement of yesterday. He’s really got the hang of the bike hasn’t he.
    xxx Massive Hugs xxx

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  11. I hope you stayed and had more coffee. I know just what you mean, Sue. Hope your day was fabulous! ❤

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  12. Enjoy the day off, Sue. It will make the “work” that much more fun. Congrats on Nick’s great day.

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  13. I hope you managed to drink plenty of coffee and get a bit of rest too 🙂

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  14. TanGental says:

    I think they call that last question a ‘no brainer’.

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  15. noelleg44 says:

    It’s funny when you work hard and you get the occasional (very) day off, you don’t quite know what to do with it! I would make all sorts of plans, and then, like you, just sit and have another cup of coffee.Your son is becoming independent again!

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  16. I would say you at least deserve another cup of coffee once in a while. 🙂

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  17. Eliza Waters says:

    Hope you enjoyed your rare day off… but the routine does get comfortable, doesn’t it? One can feel lost somewhat without that rudder to steer the day!

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