My weekends, as you know, consist mostly of cooking (you can see my labor manifest in the photo) and catching up on housework. I wash hundreds of plates, cups and pans by hand for our family of 5. I never use the dishwasher, since I would have to load and load it at least 4 times, or wait 80 minute intervals until the cycle ends. Also on the weekends, I relax with my Atlantic monthly at panera bread. I love paying my bills, and analyzing my expenses on mint.com and EEBA.
Besides my usual errands and list of responsibilities, this Saturday, I slept for 14 hours straight, from 4pm to 6am the following morning.
I was so tired, my molecules were so in need of repair, that I was knocked out for an entire day. This was the source of grief in my household. Every weekend, my husband naps for 2-3 hours, after each game, so sometimes 4-6 hours total between Saturday and Sunday. I had an early night--4pm in the afternoon is a VERY early night--and roughly the same allotment of time except in one long stretch.
It seems that during the work week, I do not have the energy to disagree or communicate well with my family, except to exchange the pleasantries. It seems that writing might be the best way to contain my caustic tongue, to say those things I cannot express. I suppose I intend to write my feelings away.
And so, this blog, after 5 years of sporadic and infrequent use, has resurfaced, the account password recovered and my iPhone, for once, has functioned for something other than work email.
Besides my usual errands and list of responsibilities, this Saturday, I slept for 14 hours straight, from 4pm to 6am the following morning.
I was so tired, my molecules were so in need of repair, that I was knocked out for an entire day. This was the source of grief in my household. Every weekend, my husband naps for 2-3 hours, after each game, so sometimes 4-6 hours total between Saturday and Sunday. I had an early night--4pm in the afternoon is a VERY early night--and roughly the same allotment of time except in one long stretch.
It seems that during the work week, I do not have the energy to disagree or communicate well with my family, except to exchange the pleasantries. It seems that writing might be the best way to contain my caustic tongue, to say those things I cannot express. I suppose I intend to write my feelings away.
And so, this blog, after 5 years of sporadic and infrequent use, has resurfaced, the account password recovered and my iPhone, for once, has functioned for something other than work email.
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