I had gone to bed at midnight and the day reflected that. But I really wanted to watch something before going to bed and also the boy was out with friends and I tend to wait without really wanting to whenever one of my people is not at home.
I slept well but woke up at 6 wide awake. This time I did manage to doze off again but I’m completely over this, don’t need it, thanks.
I also woke up in a pretty bad mood and decided to skip the morning routine. You know, the one I follow because it makes me feel better. Yeah. On the bright side I am reading „The Watchmaker of Filigree Street“ and I really like it. On the not so bright side I also spent half an hour on Instagram first thing in the morning.
There was breakfast and all the while I was waffling between either dedicating the whole morning to exercise and proofreading or doing the supermarket run a day early. Meanwhile my husband skipped running so he could take half the right front hedge down with his new, spiffy battery-powered chainsaw. At one point this winter we had so much snow at once that the hedge almost keeled over. Or rather got spread out over twice the space. Which meant it was encroaching on the walkway between the front doo and the garage. Now it’s cut in half and looks rather sad and full of holes.
In the end I spent half an hour on the novel (phew) and then went to a nearby supermarket. When I came back home my husband was all in a tither because we didn’t have any frozen veggies anymore. Well, besides cauliflower. Now, getting everything on the grocery list is always a big hurdle. I try to write down everything that passes through my hands when I sort the recycling but sometimes I forget between the basement and the kitchen.
Anyways, I came home with the groceries and very painful feet and my husband threw a fit because I hadn’t checked both freezers for things we need. I thought he maybe could have written peas on the list when he emptied the bag while cooking. But, you see, he can’t do that because there might be another bag in the downstairs freezer. I don’t see any problem in having two bags of peas in the house as long as there is still freezer space.
By the way, we had leftovers for lunch. And my husband cooked himself some potatoes and veggies (eventually) to go with the leftover burgers:
Yeah, I didn’t get to eat potatoes, I had leftover polenta (fried) with leftover fennel in leftover tomato sauce with leftover ground beef and a lone burger. Every single thing on that plate has too much fat for my stomach but well. Since I had dumped the ground beef into the fennel the boy couldn’t eat it.
After this meal we ended up with leftover potatoes, leftover peas and carrots and another leftover burger. Why yes, my husband tends to cook too much food. Every time.
Fighting over lunch was not the best use of our time and afterwards I had just a measly thirty minutes left before teaching. I did read, eat chocolate and tape my feet. Somehow I was not the most patient teacher in the world. On the other hand my last student canceled and my next to last student rescheduled so at least I was off early.
I ate dinner, read a bit, watched some YouTube, talked with my husband (no more fighting), did the dishes, started writing this post, made a list for today, did Duolingo, watched C-drama and went to bed. The drama I’m watching is in its travel ad portion right now, it’s the slump in the middle with gorgeous landscape shots and a slightly irritating character narrating all the tourist attractions.
Today I will attempt the cleaning part of the week, then teach many students and go to bed early.
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