Let’s see, I went to bed half an hour too late, woke up from the alarm, wrote my morning pages, did yoga, took my pills and such and forgot to meditate and take my blood pressure. Had breakfast with a husband who was still in a very bad mood and told me so repeatedly.
The plan was to crochet a lot because I was only four squares away from finishing the body of the blanket but I didn’t have time. I did the breakfast dishes and then got ready to go grocery shopping. We were almost out of yogurt and I needed to get some stuff for the pizza we wanted to make because we had salad that needed to get eaten. You know how it is.l
I walked around for 40 minutes (and my feet hated me for it later), came home to a husband who was still in a mood, unpacked the groceries and started to help making pizza and salad right away. All that stress did mean that pizza was ready on time, so that was good. By then my husband was completely stressed out up to the point where he wasn’t hungry anymore and didn’t eat the calzone he had specially made for himself. The boy and I had mushroom pizza made from frozen mushrooms:
After that it was almost time to teach. I had one student cancel which meant I could start a load of long overdue laundry but when I went to do it I found my husband had beaten me to it. I taught three more students, played the piano for a bit, put my studio back in order, ate dinner, talked with the boy and my husband individually and messaged with a friend while reading the book I had bought that afternoon and tried making a plan for the rest of the evening. Mind you, at that point I had already gotten my daily reminder that I should get ready for bed.
Anyways, I finally did the dishes, took a shower and watched a bit of TV before going to bed. Oh, and Duolingo, bullet journal and Chinese handwriting.
Today should be a little less full, I already did all of my Tuesday things yesterday.