Yeah, and Tuesday was a little less perfect

Not bad but not good either.

Since I went to bed at midnight and then stared at the ceiling for some time because I couldn’t fall asleep (which never happens) I was not at my best when the alarm went off.

Still, I did do my complete morning routine a second time in a row. Success!

We ate breakfast together, I knitted a little, did the dishes earlier than usual as well, talked with my husband, briefly talked with the boy and then there was an alarm on my phone for a dentist appointment. After a little confusion I realized that it was my husband’s. So I went to him in a panic because he had forgotten about it and he was almost out the door when I realized this was an alarm a week before the actual date. The alarms are automatically scheduled. At least he didn’t who up a week early.

After that bit of excitement I walked to the health food store listening to the new Jimin song. It is very catchy.

I came back home, packed the groceries away, listened to my husband talk about how inconsiderate everybody is because every day, when he needs to focus on cooking lunch with all his might everybody around him does things that have nothing to do with cooking or lunchtime. Like me rushing around getting groceries and unpacking them right when it’s time to gather himself for the extremely intricate act of making a meal. And his mother was out in the garden weeding just when he might have had to pick more things for cooking. I mean, the nerve!

Yeah, we all think that maybe I’m not the only one who has a bit of a problem with focus in the family, by the way. And I guess he was a little out of sorts because he was supposed to meet a friend in Munich in the evening but wouldn’t know when and where exactly until some time in the afternoon.

I did ask what I should do instead that would be fitting with the whole cooking theme at that time of day but of course he couldn’t answer my question at that point because the cooking was taking up all his brain power.

This was the meal in question. It would be unfair not to mention that he was talking about that time of day in general:

I actually would have done the lunch dishes right away but remembered the load of laundry I had started in the morning and hung that up instead.

There was some teaching and while I had planned to use the short break between two students for something productive and had even set up my laptop with the bigger monitor because I wanted to do some cover and blurb research I was just too tired for it.

Taught my last student of the day, ate dinner, went into an iPad games, Twitter, Instagram, texting with friends spiral, finally did the dishes, started writing this post and looked up two blurb writing services recommend to me. Of course, when looking at their example blurbs I was unconvinced, so I’m back where I was.

At some point I will beed to commit to a blurb, however badly written.

Then I started watching some C-drama while eating a bag of potato chips and drinking a beer (one of those very mature decisions I make on a regular basis), the boy came downstairs and we talked a bit, my husband came back home from meeting his friend and complained at length about the crowded trains, too many people everywhere and everyone being too loud and smelling of perfume, also the trains are unreliable these days.

I mean, yes, they are, they are running on badly maintained too old infrastructure that was never meant for that many trains and people, they are currently building and doing construction which makes things worse, and also the super-crowded train he was on was so crowded that he just got the last empty seat.

Which tells you that there was actually an empty seat on the train and that there were no people standing. Which means for a train at rush hour it wasn’t crowded at all.

You can see that my husband doesn’t go to Munich a lot these days.

Anyways, we talked a bit about that until I sent him away because I didn’t want to get all riled up before going to bed, then the boy came downstairs again and we talked some more. (The boy is often taking the train to Munich at times when people have to be squashed in to fit them all.)

Then I watched the second half of the C-drama, brushed my teeth and went to bed.

The whole day felt like Friday but I guess that’s just the „last week of the school year“-feeling.