My morning routine is not routine at this point at all. I’m starting to feel a bit dispirited. But then that’s just the natural up and down of my mood.
I did write morning pages and spent 15 distracted minutes on the manuscript but yoga and meditation didn’t happen again.
Husband is feeling down and overwhelmed as well and so we spent two hours after breakfast talking about a people problem. I did wake the boy up on time, and my husband and I worked together making pasta salad early enough that the boy could have some before leaving for his oral exam.
I went walking/running while he left. For once all the trains seem to have been almost on time. The weather was nicer than expected:
When I came back I thought we’d eat lunch right away but my husband was busy cleaning mirrors and windows. I used the time to fold some laundry (but not the load that was on a rack in my studio) and got crankier and crankier because I was hungry and I saw my thin slice of afternoon time evaporate.
There was lunch, finally at 1.30. It was delicious:
With talking over lunch and me starting the dishes because I was so impatient to get things moving, and the usual debate on who takes a shower when I had to scramble getting clean before teaching yet again. When I stormed my studio my husband said, „I’m folding the laundry because clearly, you forgot.”
Um, no, I didn’t. I’m only super stressed because I only have ten minutes left to do it.
And now I have a laundry hamper with clean laundry (mostly folded but not sorted) and three piles of folded laundry sitting around the bedroom and living room. Will that laundry ever get put away? I highly doubt it.
Laundry is one of those things where I have a system and if anything interrupts the usual flow of tasks I’m screwed. But I’m a bit girl. I can do this. I can take some time today, sort and maybe re-fold the clean laundry, put the boy’s stuff on the towering pile of clean laundry on top of the shoe cupboard in the hallway and set the „please take clean laundry upstairs“-note in a more prominent place on the kitchen table.
I taught my students. I had big plans for doing email and working on the WordPress theme course in my 30-minute break. I ended up starting to work in the course ten minutes late, then had a conversation with my husband about something that stressed him (should have closed the door), and then spent a total of 8 minutes on the course.
I taught some more. I was moved to play a Tori Amos song. I’m making it a rule that if I want to play music and I have 5 minutes to do it that’s what I should do.
I went to the kitchen and saw the overripe avocado on the kitchen table. So I googled how to make avocado toast and made myself some. I spoke with my (very stressed) husband again.
In between all of this the boy had texted me while he hadn’t received the results of his oral exam yet the prof had said he was likely to pass, so yeah! I mean of the five exams he needs to do this semester he passed 3 on first try, so it seems that maybe his prep this semester was actually a little better than before.
He still needs to prepare for and pass two more on the next try, so my fingers stay crossed.
Speaking of the boy, he came downstairs when I was in that lull after dinner where I need to get going with bullet journal, Duolingo, starting the blog post and watching TV but I ended up just sitting there, playing dumb games on my phone instead.
I went to bed a little late with a cup of tea and turned the lights out at 11.
I started today by feeling completely paralyzed yet again. I guess I should dig out the „Anti-Planner“ or something.
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