Still tired and slow

Which comes as no surprise after another too short night of sleep. I’m really trying but you wouldn’t know by looking at me.

And again I did not do my morning routine. I’ve been thinking a lot about why I can’t seem to go to bed on time or do my morning routine at the moment and there are several things at play, I think. I also keep forgetting that for all my thinking that I’m actually not doing anything there is quite a bit that I do every day.

Still. But first sleep.

No conflict with my husband, though, so that’s good.

I had breakfast and then started the first ever crochet blanket of my life. I’m aiming to make the Blooming Flower Cushion by Lucy from Attic24. The pattern is not hers but she wrote a very comprehensive guide on how to make it. You should be able to see her version using her Sungold palette by clicking here.

So far mine looks like this:

As you can see the weather was rather nice.

After that I did the breakfast dishes and then biked to the supermarket. I bought many things including a pound of Tyrolean bacon, some rice and nori for onigiri and vegan Weißwurst. The supermarket was rather empty but there were two couples and an older woman who managed to be in my way all the way through. It was also the time of day when the supermarket employees restock the shelves. Still, I decided not to get angry because other people aren’t as fast as I am. I did get a little impatient, though, when the same woman blocked my access to a freezer the second time in a row, completely unaware that I as waiting behind her while she was studying the writing on a package of frozen fish.

The queues at the two open cash registers were long and I made sure to not stand in the same one as that woman but I couldn’t help overhearing when she started complaining about the fact that we had to stand there for ages. Which was about one minute at that point. They opened a third lane and she started joining that three times in a row but every time someone else went first. Because she was rather slow. Which she complained about as well. She also complained loudly about the cashier in her lane being way too slow, she thought the other queues were moving much faster. Which was true but then she stood in a queue with several people who had full carts, like me and her, while the newly opened one had mostly younger people with two or three items. Of course that was faster.

Anyways, it made me realize again how complaining can sour the mood for everyone around and accomplish nothing.

I came back home through a throng of students coming out of school (my bad, don’t pass the local gymnasium shortly past 1 pm) to a husband who complained about something as well. I think I need to check myself. Do I complain all the time as well? Probably. Everybody does and it is rather easy and makes one feel a little better in the moment.

My husband had made chervil soup. It’s funny, every year I have to look up how to say Kerbel in English. It’s traditional for the Thursday before Good Friday but my husband only got around to making it now. He grew the chervil himself:

The boy only came downstairs half an hour later. I did a covid test (negative again, phew!), the taught my first student of the day. My second student canceled. I almost went and did the dishes then because I thought I’d have a 60-minute break, looked at my schedule and found that I didn’t have that much time because of a rescheduled Monday student and then ended up having a 90-minute break all in all because that student and the one after just didn’t show. I did a lot of scrolling through Instagram because I kept waiting.

Then I had three more student which was rather enjoyable, ate dinner while my husband kept getting in and out of the kitchen, then the boy came in for dinner and we talked briefly, I started writing this post (it was 8.45 at this point, 90 minutes after my last student had left), I did the dishes, wrote in my bullet journal, finally watched the rest of „Shall We Dance“ (the second half has all the famous bits from this movie like the tap dancing on roller skates number „Let’s call the whole thing off“.

Fridays are for cleaning and then it will be the weekend. Which is good, I’ve had a bit of a week.