A rainy day

It is the last days of my holidays today. I am getting that 'Back to School feeling' and really not looking forward to going back to work. I know when I am back, I will enjoy it, but I always put a lot of pressure on the last day to make the most of things and also finish any niggling things I need to do.
I think that the following is symbolic of my day and how it was. For breakfast this morning I started to make pancakes for breakfast, had everything measured, the butter melted, the milk added, and was just about to crack in the eggs when I realised we did not have any. We were due a grocery shop, but I had thought we had the staples- but no, there were no eggs in the house.
At that point I realised that I always do this on the last day of a holiday. I either have huge expectations, which invariably are disappointed, or I clean for hours to get everything 'perfect' only to feel exhausted but too keyed up to sleep that night.
So I struck a balance - I did some of the things I had to do - washing, cleaning, shopping for essentials; I did the things I wanted to do - swim, some X-stitching, a little reading, talking to my nan; and I did what I needed to do - lie on my bed for a couple of hours watching mindless television, and finally putting the eggs in the batter and having Nigella's American pancakes with nutella.

And they were so good!