Since I had gone to bed too late (again) I didn’t get enough sleep. The boy was in the same boat so he decided to skip his first lecture and only go to the second one. I had set my alarm for 7.30 to see if he was already up.
He was and showed up right away, clutching a bloody tissue to his left thumb and asking where he could find the band-aids. (No, I don’t know why he doesn’t know this, apparently the drawers in the bathroom are confusing to everyone except me.) His knife had slipped when cutting out some figurines.
The scissors were not where they are supposed to be, so it took a moment and then I helped him put the band-aid on. While I was fumbling around with the whole thing he started leaning very heavily against me and it took a moment until I realized he had fainted.
He is too tall and heavy for me to prevent him from falling over but at least I managed to prevent him knocking his head. I was almost trapped under him, though.
It only lasted a moment and he was fine right after but I am still a little flustered. Turns out the boy has a tendency to faint when seeing blood. Not always and not when he is watching a horror movie or something but I now remember two instances where he fainted because of a blood draw.
And then it turned out the lecture he had wanted to attend had ended the week before.
I’m not quite sure what I did all morning but I did walk to the health food store and when I came back my husband was making pizza and salad which needed immediate assistance. I tried putting the groceries away without getting in his way and doing it very quickly so I could jump into cooking mode, so when my husband thought this was a good moment to talk about how he feels he is getting slower around lunchtime due to his advanced age of 64 years and that he also doesn’t want to stress himself out all the time I just snapped, „I’ll take care of it!“ at him which resulted in a 2-hour sulking cum argument. Fun!
I slapped the salad together, chopped the big bunch of herbs he had picked and put the pizza together all while trying to talk about his „I’m so old I need more help“-thing.
Here’s the pizza:
After that I deflated a bit, then taught all the students until dinnertime, munched down another piece of pizza and attended another online presentation. Very interesting and helpful.
I spent another hour online answering all the messages that had come in while I was busy and reading a bit around, then moved back to the kitchen to do the dishes and then it was already bedtime but I didn’t want the day to be over. I planned the week, checked in with my online writing group, did my foot exercises while eating a ton of snacks and went to bed feeling nauseous and bloated. And yes, too late again.
My sleep app tells me my sleep schedule is pretty consistent. Yawn!
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