Tired but mildly productive

I went to bed at a reasonable time and slept okay. I had the best intentions of doing all the routines but found myself skip most of my morning routine because I wanted a leisurely breakfast.

My husband and I talked at length about getting older. I find the subject a little hard to talk about, not because I fear getting older but because it presents so different in people and I don’t want to give up anything before I have to. And with us being self-employed the way we are we won’t just retire at one point and stop working, we probably need to work in some capacity until we really can’t anymore.

I was also a bit stressed because I was very set on doing all the cleaning, had a longer than usual teaching day planned and I always get a bit stressed before the weekend, especially when it’s the last regular teaching day before a school break like this one.

So the first thing I did was letting myself get distracted. Of course. Then my husband showed up again wanting to talk about something with me, I didn’t pay attention and interrupted him, he felt snubbed and that led to one of those lovely conversations where one needs to take care to not start every sentence with „you always do this“ and such.

We both used words that triggered the other one and it all culminated in me completely loosing my shit, telling him exactly how I felt about his insinuation that I don’t put effort in communicating.

We are both very happy that both the boy and my mother-in-law were not at home at that point.

We ate lunch while both pouting but otherwise it was pretty good:

Before and after lunch I at least managed to get some of the cleaning done. But my husband and I had both lost quite a bit of time. You’d think two people who love each other and have been together for more than thirty years would have ironed out the wrinkles but apparently not.

One of my students canceled which meant I had a bit of breathing room. I finished cleaning, started a load of laundry and somewhere in between my husband and I talked again and realized that the major reason for out spat had been that both of us were so deeply exhausted and tired. We really need to recharge.

I taught my last student of the day, talked a bit with the boy and then we did bodyweight training. Which felt like unusual and cruel punishment even though it was only 20 minutes. Then there was dinner, I started writing this post, did Duolingo and the usual evening shenanigans and went to bed.

And now for two weeks off. Or at least something similar.