Predictably I am tired today. No. TIRED. I slept poorly last night. Probably because of an excess of dust and cat that I stirred up in the basement.
And because I entered that zone of manic (though not clinically so) activity.
I spent much of the day wanting to sleep.
Then I spent most of the afternoon actually sleeping.
Projects for today: having the bags of donate-y stuff hauled away. Umm... washing massive amounts of laundry.
It is true that I have left laundry for so long at the bottom of the hamper that my children have outgrown it by the time it gets washed. I have done strategic loads of clothing-- only what people are going to wear in the next few days. I should say that "we" have done these loads of laundry because quite frankly I am usually not the perpetrator of ordinary everyday washing.
Now that the laundry is not as scary I am much more willing to enter it and may even someday have a rhythm going on the whole laundry cycle so that I don't have eight loads of laundry to do.
I think I might have met my 40 bags goal (although it was not in 40 days; I had to take a break. Which is not a horrible disaster.)
Grateful Crap: The blessed treadmill that my children have been running on for the last two days. Many fewer bouts of the yelliness.
took meds in the morning
rested (kind of)
phoned a friend
agreed to work some hours at a job I love but have neglected to get myself on the schedule for a LONG time. An embarassingly long time. So long that it would be easier to just pretend that I had on purpose decided not to work there anymore instead of just fallen off the email wagon and failed to put in any schedule requests.
Quaker, teacher, parent,