Let’s see, I went to bed a little late. Nevertheless I did feel more energetic. Wrote morning pages, my husband showed up to tend to the wood stove so I did yoga in the annex. We talked. Then we talked some more. I finished a sock, and this one actually fits:
And the rainbow stripes make my heart sing.
Then we talked some more. By the end of the conversation we were both very exhausted. We were also feeling better with each other again but, well, all that talking is tiring. In addition to the talking I had not only finished the sock but also ripped the first sock of the pair out (that was too big in all directions), cast on for a mate to this one and had knitted a nice chunk of cuff.
Then it was too late again. My husband offered to do the dishes (huge pile starting with lunch from the day before) while I was biking to the big supermarket at the other end of town.
When I came back with home there was a car parked in front of the garage. Fortunately, it stood far enough back that I could open the garage door and put my bike back. The car belongs to my mother-in-law’s sister and while I was schlepping the bike panniers, a backpack and a pack of toilet paper not only was I talked at constantly („Oh, am I parked too close to the garage door? Should I move the car back? That’s a lot of baggage!“ all while the garage door was opened, bike put away, door closed, groceries picked back up again, everything carried into the house, Then I re-emerged with the key to the mailbox, checked for mail and went back inside. Meanwhile the sister and my mother-in-law carried on a conversation between the sister standing outside the house and my mother-in-law inside in her kitchen on the second floor. From what I heard every second sentence was something like „I can’t understand you, the traffic is too loud,“ but that didn’t prevent them from going on for some time.
Inside our own kitchen my husband was pretty stressed again. He was doing the dishes against the clock while trying to make lunch. The pasta was already done but nothing else was really started yet. He began to tell me how stressed he was and how much there was to do at length. And did I mention how stressful all of this was?
So I put everything away that needed to be in the freezer or fridge, wiped all the surfaces, chopped two carrots and some bell pepper, put the rest of the groceries away, diced some cheese, listened to my husband being stressed some more, found a package of frozen broccoli on the wood stove while putting away the bike panniers, reminded my husband that he had wanted to cook that too, chopped some herbs, put some more groceries away, wiped all the surfaces again, helped to set the table, told the boy lunch was ready and listened some more to my husband.
All the way through lunch. But the food was delicious:
I ate two plates of this and then a whole bag of ‚potato snacks‘. As always the food did help calm me down but I need to find a better strategy long term.
I taught a few students and they were all delightful, then repaired the damage I had done to my author website the other day, decided I was too tired to do anything, came back to a kitchen that was sparkling and pristine because my husband had done another round of washing dishes while I was teaching.
I ate dinner, then decided to ‚just eat a bit of ice cream‘ and finished the whole pint off.
And here I thought I had left binge-eating behind.
Apparently not.
Seems I’m up for another round of building good habits.
I started writing this post, did Duolingo, watched some C-drama, did my foot exercises and soothed my poor stomach with some chamomile-fennel tea and went to bed.
Today will be another pretty long day with some cleaning, frozen pizza and lots of teaching.
And then the weekend.
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