This morning, my neighbour and I stood side by side on my driveway, not talking, as we waited for the school bus. We didn't say good morning or anything. We just yelled at the kids occasionally when they did something wrong.
After a while, she turns to me and says "it looks like you are having the same kind of morning as I am."
You know when you just feel beaten down, unappreciated, overworked, and are facing another day of the same?
We talked about that for a while. How you just have so many things to do that you go numb.
That was us this morning. That's still me tonight. I really should be in bed right now. This morning, I get the kids up. They fight. They whine. They make messes. I have to push them to make them move. Brother in law is coming for dinner. I need to make mashed potatoes. I need a shower. I need to clean the house. I need to clean animal cages. I need to clean the bathroom. From the moment I got home from picking up Leah at school, I was on my feet, working. I made the mashed potatoes. I made lots, so I froze a bunch. I washed dishes. I did laundry. I cleaned the bathroom and the animals. I made chicken stock. I took out the compost. I did more dishes. I put dinner in the oven and went outside to wait for the school bus. I came back inside, and served dinner to everyone. But I didn't eat then. I went outside to serve animals their dinner, then came back in to eat mine.
Then, I let the kids watch a movie while I did dishes (again), cleaned up, washed mushrooms, while brother in law and DH worked on a project in the garage (an important one). I made Eric's lunch. I prepped everything I needed to make Mushroom soup/gravy. After DH took over and put the kids to bed, I made and pressure canned the soup/gravy.
posted on Oct 2, 2008 10:53 PM ()