Another day done, and I'm wondering why nothing is done. Then I started thinking about it. I'm just freaking busy!
Boy had a Kid Rock class this morning. We left the house at 9:30.
After class, we stopped at the store and got paper for our family letter (which I still need to compose, but the paper, the photos, and the envelops are all ready)
Then we stopped for lunch after which we went to the library.
When we got home, we spent a hour picking up the trash in the yard, which was significant. All the winter snow is melted, so everything is visible for the first time since early December.
After that, we put up some Valentines Day stickers on the back door.
By the time we finally got inside and took our shoes off, it was already 2:30. There was a temper tantrum which ended in a desperately needed nap for both of us. Beloved woke me up by calling about missing info for our taxes. Boy woke up while fielding those, and we had some fruit for a snack. Then we collected the household trash and carried it out to the curb. It was still pretty warm out (maybe 50F) so we went for a walk. It was 6:30 when we got home and had supper. I cleaned up the dishes and we headed upstairs for a movie before bedtime. It's 9 pm, and I'm pooped!
I still want to get that letter composed, but I just don't think I'm going to get to the two other chores I'd hoped to knock out today...
Tomorrow is lost to a doctor's appointment and dinner with Beloved's mom...
*sigh* I know I am doing things. I understand and appreciate that Beloved has set my priorities as 1) Baby Peanut, 2) Boy, and a distant 3) house. I just wish it were easier for me to accept.
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