Today was that kind of day for me. You all know the kind that I'm talking about. I woke up this morning too early, but the sun was shining and I couldn't fall back asleep so I got out of bed.
I packed up my hubby's lunch and waited to say goodbye for the day. On his way out the door, he somehow misunderstood my statement that women tend to be better judges of other women's characters than men. Hello! They are! That exchange left me exasperated and with the start of a headache.
I planned out my day. Lots of housework, including getting the schoolroom reorganized so that we're ready to officially begin the new school year next week, and joy of all joys, cleaning cat boxes. First I decided to start some bread in the bread machine and throw in some laundry.
By the time I was done with those tasks, D-boy was awake. After he gulped down his breakfast he started pleading for me to take him in the pool. The weather forecast had called for rain and cooler temperatures by afternoon. I looked at his hopeful, little face and agreed to a quick swim.
We hurried out to the pool, tiptoeing our way through the still dewy grass. The water was...brisk. I started doing laps to warm myself up. M-girl soon joined us. In between playing with the kids, which mostly entails throwing them into the water, swimming underwater with them, or pushing them around on pool floats, I did lots of laps. This is good. I told myself, I don't know why I don't exercise in the morning more often!
Finally, after a couple of hours in the pool, the kids were ready to go back inside. There I discovered that K-boy, in an effort to be helpful, had unplugged the bread machine when it started beeping. I plugged it back in and went downstairs to check on the laundry. Apparently my almost teenager was feeling super helpful today because he'd also picked one pair of his shorts out of the clean, wet laundry in the washer and thrown it into the dryer. The only problem was that there was already dry laundry in the dryer (which he'd failed to remove first). He put his shorts on tumble. Sigh!
By then it was lunchtime. I asked everyone what they wanted to eat. My trio of TV zombies didn't respond so I fixed myself a plate of leftovers. No sooner had I sat down to enjoy my repast, than they were in the kitchen with their lunch requests. I gulped more coffee as I fixed food, because suddenly I remembered why I don't work out in the morning more often. It leaves me exhausted for the rest of the day!
Then BadDad called from work, laughing about our early morning disagreement, I was so right, and asking if I could look up our health plan benefits online for him. After an hour of tediously reading through the plan, I had no answer for him because it's never given in the information section. Grrr.
About that time, a big, creepy spider was spotted hanging out on my bedroom ceiling. I asked K-boy, who is now taller than me, to get it and be sure it was dead. He squirted it with a water gun of all things! Of course it fell down and escaped. Now it's probably lying in wait for me.
Eventually, I did get some of the housework done (including the dreaded cat boxes). I'm sitting in the schoolroom now, just looking at what I have to do here. I'm also thinking that nobody really knows that I'm up here, and for the first time all day it's quiet. I might just stay here for awhile. Because it's that kind of day.
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