My daughter and my husband didn’t get out the door until after 9:30am today, which was disappointing. After their 8:50am departure last Saturday morning, I kind of got my hopes up that they’d leave earlier again. It makes a huge difference when they do. It would have been especially helpful today, since this past week I’ve fallen behind on a few things.
I don’t think I mentioned it, but I had to take my husband to the ER on Monday because he threw his back out. I, of course, was not allowed in. As a result, there was the time I spent dropping him off, picking him up, and then later in the day going to pick up his prescriptions from the pharmacy. Because our Monday routine was pretty much destroyed, we decided that instead of doing our normal stuff we would go check out our local Sears. It’s having a liquidation sale since several of the locations are closing. Plus, it was raining out and my husband was encouraged not to be sedentary, so it was a good excuse to just walk around a little. It was a fun day, but it meant that I didn’t have time to put away the three loads of laundry I’d washed that morning. It’s now Saturday, and I still haven’t put two of the three loads away.
Also, not only did I fail to catch up on the studying I’d fallen behind on, I fell behind even more.
And then, of course, there are the small things that start to accumulate. Individually, they’re not a big deal, but when one small things turns into fifteen small things… it’s not that small anymore. The things I’m talking about are things like my daughter’s outfit that she wore yesterday sprawled out across the living room floor, the curtains I took down from my daughter’s bedroom that need to be folded and stored, the miscellaneous things that have been taken out—the thermometer, my face roller—that haven’t been put back in their proper place, the mail that needs to be filed, the crumbs that need to be wiped from the kitchen counters, etc.
Anyway. I just really would have liked to have that extra time this morning.
The other day, after I fed my daughter dinner, my husband complained that I left a mess on the kitchen counter. I was like, “I always clean up her dinner mess in the morning.” That started a whole (playful) war between us.
I was like, “When I leave stuff out, I always circle back and clean it up. When you leave stuff out, you just leave it out for good and I have to clean up after you.”
He adamantly denied that this was happening and insisted that he’s the one cleaning up after me. Ha! So I said that from now on, I am going to take a picture and text it to him every time he leaves something out with no intention of ever cleaning up, and he can do the same thing for things I leave out. Then, we’ll see who is really cleaning up after who. So far I’ve sent him five pictures. He’s sent me one.
Lastly, I am planning on making a new video soon. It’s been forever since I’ve posted a video on here. I blame pregnancy. But I thought it might be fun to show off the changes I made to Leona’s bedroom, Morgan’s corner, and the desk shelves I got my husband for his birthday with his figurines displayed. Also, it will be an excuse to show off my bump.
My first client is in fifteen minutes – ugh. I don’t feel like working today.
Until next time <3