That, or maybe I should improve my perception of what “a full day” actually is. I was speaking with my girlfriend and wondered what happened to my stamina, since it seems to have taken a hike. We covered possible incoming illnesses (newp), hormonal influences (possibly), and/or vitamin insufficiencies (also possibly), restless night (definitely). After listening to me whine a bit more (and C, I do SO love you for that), we went over my day, and just what exactly I had accomplished since *I* wasn’t satisfied with my results at that time. (After listing my day, I got over it. heh.)
And now, without further ado – My Sunday, Spent.
Restless night – Joe kicked his covers off in his sleep, got cold, and crawled into bed with me at some point during the night. He woke me up at 730 with sleepy hugs and kisses.
I live with heathens. Make myself a cup of coffee, since there’s none left in the pot.
Make a pan of cinnamon rolls (canned, not homemade)
Get Joe dressed for church
Check ebay auctions, get some online work done, chat a bit with friends.
Order lunch, make shopping list, do two loads of laundry.
Folks get home from church. Make sure kids are fed, go shopping.
Get home from the store, unload, and start the third/final load of laundry.
Ziptie a bunch of these cubes together because the fasteners that came with ‘em are USELESS. Start stacking the boys clothes on ‘em.
Betwixt and between all of that, I got the great joy of negotiating between the boys typical squabbling, playing, running in/out, and general boy things.
So, what do you think? Am I really a candyass?