I went to bed a little late, slept like a log and woke up from the alarm.
And then I was extremely slow. I didn’t even open the manuscript but somehow it took me two hours from alarm to starting yoga and all I did in between was write morning pages, set the table for breakfast, open and close windows and not much else.
So I was cross with myself to begin with. My husband was rather late (poor thing has been coming to the kitchen later and later) and still I didn’t even say hello at first because I was busy in downward dog. Oh, by the way, my hands are getting much better, so much so that I forgot to wear gloves for downward dog, yeah!
And then I got defensive, husband was irritated and we started one of those conversations where each of us explains what they ‚really meant‘ and how we misunderstood each other and how awful it was to fight about something so stupid and how could the other person even think like that!
It was very exhausting. And took ages.
Then it was time to talk with my mother on the phone. We mostly talked about our respective doctor’s visits, also hormone replacement and breast cancer (the risk is not that high, thanks).
Then husband and I talked some more while both feeling it was a waste of time and energy but somehow we couldn’t help it.
And then we started cooking lunch at around the time where you would want to actually eat it. Which was extra fun, of course.
But we managed something more than edible, it was actually pretty good:
And afterwards I ate the rest of the chocolate I had left. This sounds worse than it was, there were all of four pieces left. I get two bars of chocolate per week. I’m also trying to buy less other sweets and this week I was pretty good about that, so I ate more of the dark chocolate and didn’t have any left over. I mean, I guess I could have rationed the last four pieces but that felt just wrong after all that conflict all day.
By then it was already afternoon and I sat and sat.
It was already past four when I finally managed to get up from the kitchen bench (there might have been some more conversations with my husband about our fight in between) and I finally did the lunch dishes. And then I was hungry again and had a snack. And then I finally pulled the sewing machine out, you know, my main project for the day. At 5.30. Never mind that the boy and I wanted to do bodyweight training at 6.
I started looking for thread and bobbins and such and took a small piece of fabric and made a sample seam:
This would not do.
By then it was time for bodyweight training, so that’s what we did.
After I ate dinner and then I gave myself a kick and sat down at the sewing machine again. I tried two more needles:
Phew.
I am very happy that the thread matches this well, it’s left over from a different dress. Now fingers crossed that I have enough, there is only about half a spool left. I did order more as soon as I saw how empty the spool was but it won’t be here before Thursday or so and that means cutting things pretty short. (I need the dress on Saturday.)
After that I started writing this post, did Duolingo and the other evening stuff, watched some C-drama while knitting and called it a day.
I decided to push planning the week and the whole school break to today, so wish me luck.
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