This week I took some holiday days off work. I imagined fun family days filled with laughter. I imagined having time to do things.
I made a mistake.
I should have taken the days off, but let my partner assume I was at work. I could have gone on a daytrip.
Imagine being free to hop on a train or bus and go anywhere? To go to a shop without someone who wants to run in the opposite direction? To eat dinner without having to share with a two year old?
Being off work with a two year old isn’t a holiday. I get the best quality time to myself at work on my lunchbreak.
Next time would it be selfish to forget to tell my partner I’m not working?
