Trying to get back to daily posts,
I have three appointments today,
I’m not allowed to eat until they’re over,
and I’m already kind of grumpy.
I offer you some alternative entertainment.
My husband and I stayed up talking until 3:00 this morning.
He was out with friends until after midnight and I wasn’t even a little bit sleepy, so I waited up.
I even made brownies and fresh whipped cream around 12:30 a.m.
Today, I feel like a zombie. You know, a brownie-stuffed, glassy-eyed, slow-moving member of the undead.
It’s after 6:00 p.m. now and I’m still in my pajamas.
Husband just went outside to mow the lawn, but he’s still in his jammies too, sort of.
The little boy is wearing the same t-shirt he put on for school yesterday.
We are not fit for public consumption.
Tomorrow we will make a better effort.
I realized this morning that I have reached the end of my rope with our house.
My child has no designated space to keep his toys, so he has them everywhere. Everywhere.
It seems I am constantly losing the battle over when and how to put the toys away.
I can’t take it anymore. I hate the mess. I hate the clutter.
I am oppressed by it.
My husband sometimes gets to witness my despair. Sometimes just the aftermath.
Today I cried a lot before I pummeled him with my distaste for our current level of piggery.
He feels it too. He’s out there mowing.
The little boy has two weeks off from school.
I dread the loss of personal downtime, but I do look forward to a more relaxed schedule.
The stress of making lunches, finishing homework and getting out the door is gone for fourteen days.
And definitely some spring cleaning.
It’s time to overhaul this life and this writing.
Gotta find a productive rhythm again.
Soooo ready for that.
Bet you are too.
P.S. Here is a link to a food blog I have been reading lately. While his post this week includes a recipe as usual, it’s about a little bit more than a vegetable. Hope you appreciate it as much as I did.