Since I went to bed around midnight I was not at my best in the morning when the alarm went off. Actually, when the alarm went off I was already awake for 15 minutes. My smartwatch thought I was ready for the day, though.
My impulse control was not at its best, though, so while I started writing morning pages I then got bored halfway through and wandered off. I did not open the manuscript, do yoga or meditate.
When my husband showed up for breakfast we made breakfast together, ate and had a rather nice conversation. After breakfast he helped me make a decision about the stripes for the cardigan I’m planning to knit:
The actual orange I’ll use is different but I thought it would give me an idea of how it might look. I also will probably use a smaller needle, the same one I used for the other striped cardigan I made.
Then it was time for the weekly phone call to my mother. We had lots to talk about and she wanted a link to my novel but told me again that she can’t read it anyway because it’s in English.
When that was finished I helped my husband with the dishes and a little with cooking. And this time we had everything ready at about the same time, in fact the timing was so good that the food was actually a little too hot:
I had a nice long break after that with some chocolate, silly iPad games and a book.
And then I fell into a huge Sunday afternoon slump because I wanted to do several things, was procrastinating about the dress I want to sew and couldn’t decide where to start.
In the end I made myself get up and move a bit and decided to start by planning the month ahead. It’s interesting, I thought there would be lots and lots of things in June but it looks much better than I thought. I then planned the week ahead. Not really an empty week but not that full either, and then I wrote two emails and answered a post on Ravelry.
And then there was nothing else I could do but finally get out the ironing board and press the dress fabric. But I didn’t want to.
At that point I commiserated with my husband about the hardship of wanting to do a lot of small tasks when it doesn’t make a difference where you start. We both committed to one thing as the starting point and got ourselves moving. So the ironing board was moved from the bedroom to the living room, I found myself an extension cord, the iron and the plastic thing that is use to fill water in and then I finally ironed the fabric. Phew.
I almost made myself cut the fabric as well but there was not enough time left before bodyweight training.
So I waited for the boy to come downstairs for strength training. But he didn’t. Instead I got a message just when we were supposed to start asking if I was okay with rescheduling for today.
Ack.
In the end I caved (my hunger might have been a factor as well), ate dinner, spent some more time sitting around playing games and reading, then started writing this post, did Duolingo, my foot exercises, the list for today and watched an episode of ‚Word of Honor‘ and went to bed.
I think I’ll declare today to be the actual first day of the month. Yep, new start and all.
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