I went to bed late again (I know), woke from the alarm and promptly fell back asleep. Which meant I was late for everything again. But. I still did most of my morning routine, even if I only opened the manuscript for 20 minutes and spent at least half of those minutes looking at the news.
I did yoga and had breakfast with my husband and knitted a bit on my socks-in-progress because I’m waiting for more yarn to come for my vest-in-progress.
I felt much better than the days before which made me chatty which made my husband grumpy because he felt like all the very important things he wanted to talk about where inaccessible in his head.
He left the kitchen early which was okay with me because my list for the day was about twice as long as usual.
Then he came back to talk about the fact that he hadn’t been able to talk to me, and I explained to him that this was the exact kind of situation that is the reason for my old „don’t start a conversation in the morning first before husband has had time to talk about things he wants to talk about“.
I’m not as much of an external processor as he is, and I just talk about anything that runs through my mind which led to a brief conversation about my weight (strangely low despite copious amounts of sweets, chocolate and potato chips but I’m sure that will change again soon), watching ‚Columbo‘ tonight and the boy’s exam on Monday and something else, equally riveting.
Whereas he, as it turned out, wanted to process a conversation he had with a friend/student he hadn’t seen in years about marriage and relationships and also some other big life stuff.
So we spent an hour or two on that.
Which made us both pretty late for everything we had planned for the day.
I did some of the breakfast dishes and set out on my bike to go grocery shopping. I was as efficient and quick as possible because it was already so late and I wanted to be back by one o’clock because my husband and I both started teaching at 2.30, and he not only had to take a shower beforehand but he also likes to take a nap.
Just as I was putting my shopping cart back my phone rang. By the time I managed to answer (put shopping cart all the way back, take two bike panniers, a backpack and a package of toilet paper to the side, unzip my jacket, unzip the breast pocket, answer the phone) my husband on the other hand had already hung up. So I called him back. I mean, he literally must have stood there, phone in hand, but no. I tried twice more, connected to the internet to see if he had sent me a message on WhatsApp (no) and went back home.
Turned out we had run out of ginger and apparently there’s a rule that if he tries calling me while I’m out at the supermarket and the call doesn’t get through it’s fine. Okay? And yes, I agree, sending me an actual text asking me to bring ginger if possible but it’s fine if not might have been easier for most people but my husband a) doesn’t like using phones in general, b) doesn’t use his cell phone at all, and c) has no idea that he can send texts from his computer. Also, he told me that he didn’t have time to make a phone call anyway, much less wait around to see if I wanted to call him back. Maybe I should tell him one day that we have a cord-less phone that works everywhere in the house, so in case you want to make a call but also want to prevent your food from burning you can, I don’t know, just a wild idea, take the phone with you into the kitchen.
Anyway, yes, my husband is very stressed out at the moment.
I unpacked the groceries and we ate lunch. It was delicious, no ginger necessary:
While all of this was going on I had gotten texts from two of my students canceling their lessons for the day. On the one hand that suited me fine because I still wanted to change the sheets and do all the cleaning, on the other hand it meant less money.
I took a break after lunch, met the boy briefly, folded a load of laundry, hung the load up that my husband had started in the morning and started another load. Then I taught one student, had a half-hour break that I didn’t really use for anything, taught my second student of the day, got another message that my last student of the day not only canceled because he had too much on his plate, he also wants to take a break from lessons until May.
Oh, and in between my mother-in-law had left us a note saying that my husband’s niece would be coming over with her triplets in the afternoon. Said triplets were born in December and we hadn’t seen the babies yet. It would have been nice to know about these things in advance but, well.
Since my first student had canceled I had time to at least say hello and look at their very small faces briefly.
After my second student I checked email, texted back and forth and somehow lost an hour of time. Then it was almost late enough for dinner, so I ate, remembered the laundry, folded another load, hung up the second load of the day, changed the sheets on my bed, put laundry away, talked with the boy briefly, did the dishes, talked with my husband briefly, ate some chocolate, managed to get into another disagreement with my husband, started writing this post, did Duolingo and my foot exercises and went to bed.
Now, today will be rather busy. There is walking/running, bodyweight training, Zoom, a shower and our weekly ‚Columbo‘ session. Oh, and I still have to do the cleaning.
I have a feeling some of this stuff might get punted to tomorrow…
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