Meh again

At least I managed to go to bed at a reasonable time.

It was a typical Monday. First the boy and I talked in the evening so I went to bed too late. Then I had to wake up 45 minutes earlier than usual as a backup alarm clock for him. Then I just sat around scrolling on my phone because my subconscious was waiting for him to come downstairs and get ready. Then my conscious brain realized that it was time for him to leave but he wasn’t downstairs yet. Then I went upstairs and he was so engrossed in a video while brushing his teeth that he didn’t realize I had knocked on his door, stepped into his room and talked to him and then I waited for him to finally get out of the house. (I was really stressed out at this point because I personally hate to be late for things.) And then he left five minutes too late.

He came back about ten minutes later, apparently he only looked at the time when he was already out the house, realized that he wouldn’t catch his train, turned around and came back because he didn’t want to be half an hour late. Meanwhile I had looked to the train app and seen that all the trains were late anyway. Someone on a train near the city center had needed medical attention and that had held up everything.

I had vague plans to do my morning routine later but you know how that goes.

I spent most of the morning sitting around feeling sorry for myself but actually did do bodyweight training. We had an easy lunch again because my husband is really busy with the garden still. He keeps telling me about all the progress he has made and that he’ll be on top of everything soon and the next day when he goes outside he’ll be behind again. Which is just logical, it’s peak growing season for weeds as well as for the things he wants to grow.

Lunch was tasty:

I’m not quite sure what I did after lunch apart from eating a leftover pastry and playing silly iPad games. I had to wait for my husband to finish taking a shower before I could do the same, forgot that I had wanted to hang up another load of laundry and then ran out of time.

My two last students canceled (everybody is getting sick again) so I thought I could go to bed early. Of course I was super slow in the evening. Just when I had managed to do the dishes and thought I’d start writing the blog post and such the boy showed up, made himself two grilled cheese sandwiches while showing me stuff on Twitter (to be fair I was showing him stuff on Instagram and Twitter as well) and we talked and I waited without realizing it until I tore myself lose, did Duolingo and watched half an episode of „Handsome Siblings“ before going to bed at a reasonable time.

Today looks a bit better, the plumber has already come and gone, no morning routine so far and a light teaching day.