And the morning went very well but then things went a little sideways.
I did the complete morning routine, including yoga for the first time in days and even opened the manuscript. And then I did my weekly cleaning and finished before lunch, so that was spectacular. And all of this on way less sleep than I would have liked.
Meanwhile my husband was thrown off by me dashing all around the house while cleaning and always getting in his way. He was trying to be in the garden while cooking while taking care of all the fresh produce that needs to be eaten ASAP and so things went the usual way.
I tried helping but there was only chopping some parsley and setting the table left. And then he proceeded to unpack all his overwhelm. I did not react very well to that. In my defense I was overtired, exhausted, stressed and very hungry at that point. But lunch was delicious:
Husband continued to unpack even more stress and overwhelm. The garden is producing all the things at the moment and someone has to make those into food. There has been a bowl of apples standing around for days that is supposed to become apple sauce, one of the bell pepper plants fell over, its stem broke and now there are a dozen green peppers that need to be eaten, a very dissatisfying red beet harvest needed to be cooked and then there are the vine leaves my husband picked and blanched so we can stuff them. Possibly today.
So I totally get the stress but then the plan to take care of all of these things while packing away the two tents he pulled out and set up in the garden, going for a run, do general garden maintenance, pick up the detritus of two weeks of being at home way less than usual and repairing a broken valet stand while cooking might not have been the most realistic.
We were both a bit tense while eating. Afterwards I took a break, reading, eating chocolate and drinking tea when my husband came back earlier than expected. The stress was still there, so I agreed to help, did the dishes real quick and also offered to prep the apples but my husband didn’t let me. At the same time the first of the talks I wanted to watch that day was about to start.
Later I helped packing away the tents. I think I might be the only one in the house who knows how to get the big tent back in its bag. By then it was clear that my vision of a calm afternoon watching talks, sewing buttons on the cardigan, and maybe writing a bit was not realistic.
The boy and I did bodyweight training and played around with the dumbbells. We might try changing things up a bit, the whole pull-up progression that we’re doing isn’t actually progressing anywhere right now.
After that I went upstairs to show my mother-in-law the newest picture of her triplet great-grandchildren (while her soup was slowly cooking down in the kitchen as we realized later), my husband and I put our sleeping mats in the attic, and then I could finally eat dinner. Phew.
I finished reading „A Case of Mice and Men“ which was excellent and immediately started reading the second book in the series.
At that point it was already rather late, again, but I still started this post, did all the usual things, realized that I had forgotten about the load of laundry I had started earlier, so I hung that up while watching YouTube (unfortunately, I can’t watch C-drama without reading the subtitles), still watched a little bit of C-drama and went to bed.
And now it feel like the next time I’ll come up for air will be next Friday but that is certainly an exaggeration.
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