Again, to bed too late, the boy had uni stuff he needed to talk about and then I didn’t find my way to bed, I think, I slept well and in the morning was very motivated to get things done.
But first I needed to make sure the boy was up and also that he had breakfast before leaving. Because, funny enough, when you leave the house without breakfast and then do lab work for hours, sometimes you get al shaky. Which is especially bad if you need to do precision work.
He also needed a presentation ASAP because it turned out he couldn’t finish it on the weekend as planned because his professor wanted to see the slides this week. Which is reasonable but the boy almost missed that deadline.Seems to have been a communication issue.
So he woke up at 6, worked on the presentation while eating and left the house shortly after 7 while I was doing my regular morning routine. (Why am I calling it my ‚regular routine‘? There’s nothing regular about it.)
So I was a little late for breakfast but not too much. Meanwhile my husband was in a very low mood. And didn’t want to talk which always weirds me out. So I made him talk and that lasted for a while.
He seems to be in burnout and feels really low and I don’t quite know what to do about it.
Anyways, we talked for a couple of hours. The second sleeve of the cardigan I am knitting is almost done.
Then there was the question of lunch. The whole yard is full of lettuce so we needed to eat that but my husband did not want to have Greek salad for lunch or fry the lettuce because we just did that last week.
So he decided we needed to make pizza for lunch. From scratch. My suggestion to just use frozen pizza was shot down. When he took the dried yeast out of the cupboard it turned out it had expired months or years before.
So I rushed to the nearby supermarket for yeast. It was funny, the guy in front of me at the cash register only wanted cigarettes. He paid and left and only then did I realize that the cashier thought the yeast belonged to the guy. He said, “well, it’s only 15 cents” with a shrug but I felt bad about it so I hunted him down and gave him the money.
Back home, then on the bike and to the supermarket. By then it was almost noon and I needed to be back in time with mozzarella for the pizza. And my husband had a whole afternoon of teaching planned with an extra early start. Lovely.
The was construction on the way to the supermarket and I had to find an alternate route. But. I found there is a new bike path next to the very big road where there used to be none. Neat!
I went to the drug store and the supermarket and dropped off used BRITA filters and rushed back.
By then it was 1.15. I came home and there was 1) a very frustrated husband, 2) salad ingredients mostly washed on the table, 3) pizza dough in a bowl, 4) tomato sauce in another bowl also liberally spread over several surfaces, 5) two baking sheets with a dollop of oil each, and 6) some other pizza ingredients.
So I unpacked the groceries, hunting for the mozzarella first, put most of them away, cleared the table, sliced the mozzarella, chopped all the salad ingredients and helped make the pizza and get it in the oven.
We ate at 2, half an hour before my husband’s first lesson. It was very good, despite everything:
I still think frozen pizza would have been the better choice on a day where we were so pressed for time.
My plan had been to do all the publishing things before my first student in the afternoon but I felt totally depleted and sat down to eat some extra chocolate that I had bought before. And then I felt completely without energy.
In between my husband showed up to talk about his burnout between students. The boy came back home, and hurray, he has done all the experiments for his bachelor! We talked a bit. I started doing the dishes. When he left I set up my computer to listen to a video while working. My husband showed up and offered to dry the dishes for me, so I packed the computer away again.
We talked some more.
It taught my two students, both very delightful. I held my husband’s hand for a bit while he felt bad, then finally ate some dinner, listened to the first half of the boy’s presentation, talked with my husband some more, decided that it was too late to watch TV (I had really looked forward to that, sniff), read in bed for too long and turned out the lights.
My list for today is extremely long. If the fabric for a second dress arrives by lunchtime I’ll see if I can sew it start to finish before bedtime, so that will be exciting!
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