My time

I'm really looking forward to the weekend.
It's the middle weekend of the school holidays, so there is no rugby to watch/manage tomorrow. The man is racing his project bike at Manfield tomorrow, so he'll be out of the house from 5am till whatever time he gets back.
Jake will work at The Red Shed on Sunday, and no doubt the man will spend all day in the garage fixing whatever goes wrong with the project bike on Saturday (or if the weather's nice he'll spend all day out riding the real bike).
So the weekend is all mine.
Of course, I won't actually DO anything exciting. There'll be the usual weekend washing to get done. And I'm sure I will work for a few hours, but I don't mind that, as it means I get to start next week feeling ahead of the game. And the supermarket shopping will still need doing.
But I can do all these things in my own time.
One thing I am determined to do, though. I'm going to finish sorting out all the too-big clothes I don't need anymore.
I'm keeping 3 things that I can use as motivation to remind me of how far I've come - my size 24 jeans, my favourite red skirt and a top.
Everything else will either be sold on TradeMe, donated to the Womens Refuge or put in the rag bin. I'll even drag out all the summer clothes that are packed up in the garage and sort them out too.
So, when I get dressed for work on Monday morning, the only clothes in my closet will be ones I can actually wear.
And they won't fit for much longer.