I’m not sure I’m happy with what I got done, though, or not.
I had gone to bed slightly too late again, slept well and woke up at six with a start remembering that I hadn’t bought mozzarella for the pizza we had planned. The mozzarella was on Thursday’s grocery list. I also went to another grocery store on Saturday because we didn’t have enough flour for the pizza after baking the muffins. But the first time I remembered that I had somehow completely skipped the mozzarella on the list was – Sunday early morning.
For those of you who don’t know, shops are closed on Sundays in Germany. I mean, I could have tried the gas station but I doubt I’d get mozzarella there.
Since I was awake already and since I hadn’t managed to take a shower the day before I then decided to do my morning routine quickly and take that shower before breakfast. Great plan.
Then I proceeded to read stuff on my phone until it was too late for almost everything and when my husband showed up for breakfast I was still in the shower. To get ready a little quicker I skipped the whole lotion and creme step. Two hours later I wondered why my face was itching. Yeah. It’s good to be reminded, why I buy that fancy expensive anti-itch, sensitive skin, eczema stuff.
We ate muffins for breakfast. In my case I ate two which was too much. After breakfast I pulled out my notebook to write morning pages but the boy showed up and we talked so I put it away again.
I talked with my husband and with my mother. My mother told me about every single admin task in her life in excruciating detail. Mostly stuff she had already told me the week before. We also talked about my upcoming surgery. She is clearly flustered which is understandable but I have to say I hope I’m not the kind of parent who needs to be calmed down by their child when said child has something happening that is a little scary. Oh, and the two most important things are a) I really need to buy a new jacket and b) when I lave the hospital I should tell them that nobody can pick me up and get a piece of paper so that I can take a taxi and will be reimbursed by insurance. Sure. I’ll tell them that with my husband right there.
I mean, to her walking, taking the subway, changing trains and then walking for eight minutes home from the station would be very exhausting. And if I feel too weak for it that day I’ll gladly call a taxi. And then I’ll pay for it myself because when we sold the car we realized that we can take a lot of taxis for the cost of a car.
So that was fun! I spent half an hour googling how fit people usually feel two or three days after thyroid surgery. I mean, I already know that I shouldn’t lift things heavier than 5 kilos, that I’m not allowed to drive and that I shouldn’t move my head around too fast (though I imagine that’ll be pretty self-explaining) which is why I asked my husband to pick me up and carry my luggage.
As I said, my mother is not the most calming presence in the world.
Since my husband had been complaining that we never sit outside me I made the whole family eat lunch on the porch. We even brought the outdoor furniture upstairs:
After lunch I had an hour before the boy was planning to make onigiri. I read and played games and started doing the dishes twenty minutes too late. I almost texted him to say I was sorry but then decided to just wait when he’d show up and it turned out he was even later than me.
I removed myself to the living room because I did not particularly want to make onigiri. He still came in every other minute to ask where things were or how to do things. He doesn’t really know how to cook but wants to learn. He did pretty well but things take him rather long. He also needed to make furikake which meant crushing sesame seed and roasting it and chopping nori sheets. When it was almost dinnertime I went in and did help a little, he doesn’t always know which tool to use. I also helped form the rice balls, well, triangles. Here are the two that didn’t fit in the box that we ate right away:
And then the kitchen looked super messy and there was rice and pieces of dried algae everywhere. Unfortunately the boy still needed to clean his room and finally get all the recycling downstairs and so I offered to do the dishes.
Which was interrupted by an almost hysterical boy telling me that he had broken the vacuum. Spoiler: he hadn’t. But when you suck a bottle cap into the vacuum cleaner and it gets stuck in the right way the vacuum will suddenly no longer work that well. Once I saw where the blockage was and had moved into the garden shed for a stick the right size I managed to unblock the vacuum smoothly and get back to doing the dishes.
I finished those, started writing this post, watched some C-drama while the boy took a shower and went to bed.
Today will be extra long, the boy needs to get up at 6.30 am and I’ll teach until 7.30 pm. Fun times. And then it will be evening shower time again because I need to leave for a doctor’s appointment at 7.30 tomorrow morning.
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