And then I derailed myself right away.
So, it turns out when I really set my mind to it I can actually go to bed on time and enjoy it. And also, not reading anything in the morning does make everything else go more smoothly. And I felt like I had already achieved something before breakfast and had more time all the way until lunch. Yeah!
I managed to do the weekly cleaning before lunch, every bit of it, then we had lunch a little late because my husband had put too little water in the lentils. We also had the „do pulses take longer to cook when you put salt in them, or not“-discussion yet again. Science says, nope, on the contrary, my husband (like tones of other people) says if you put the salt in right away they’ll never become soft. And no, he can’t explain how that’s supposed to happen, but what do I know, I never cook. Despite the undercooked lentils the meal was delicious:
After that I felt a big slump coming on. I have re-installed one of the silly iPad games and sat there playing it for some time. I think I talked with the boy as well. I was waiting for one of my students to tell me if she would come in that day or not. We had re-scheduled her lesson and she said, she’d get back to me about it. (A part of me knew then and there she wouldn’t come and wouldn’t contact me but, I mean, I couldn’t be sure and I don’t do well with uncertainty.)
In the end I decided to just ask her, even if that would make it more likely she’d come in. And, well, as expected she could not make it. (I mean, a Friday evening for a 16-yo on the last day of school before Easter break. Right.)
So I only taught three students, the second one I taught in my husband’s studio because they were very afraid of the wasp that flew in right when they showed up. With those hight ceilings in that room there is basically no way to get any flying insects out. The only chance you have is if they fly low enough that you can threaten them with a broom and swipe them out the window. What usually happens is that they either just sit on the skylight or they fly against it over and over until they fall to the floor.
Anyway, my husband was teaching drums in the basement at that time and everything in his studio was already set up for guitar lessons so we went there.
And then the slump hit me big time. I tried sitting down at my computer and working on that course that I’ve been avoiding all week but I guess my subconscious has already decided it’s a waste of time, and instead read stuff on the internet and talked to friends in my computer.
At one point the boy asked me questions about something with his banking account that I couldn’t answer, he came downstairs to figure things out and that was that.
I ate a small slice of stale bread with cheese for dinner. I mean, I popped it in the toaster and it was delicious but the main meal was half a pint of ice cream that I shared with the boy.
At one point I realized that I was too exhausted and tired to even attempt doing anything productive or even watch TV, so I decided to just go to bed very early and read a bit but then I – just sat there. The boy showed up again with more admin stuff (something about digital ID and a message to his thesis advisor), I woke up again a little, still contemplated getting some more stuff done, and sat there for another hour or so.
When my „get ready for bed“-alarm went off I thought it would not be a problem to watch half a dozen very short YouTube videos on minimalist packing, and – I don’t know how that happened, really – I somehow went to bed half an hour late.
Weird.
Guess who is all tired, exhausted and in a slump again today? Yep.
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