I lied in bed, trying to get Ivy to sleep. My hopes had been for an early bedtime for all of them but we were passing nine pm. And she was still awake. We nursed. I found myself very annoyed.
Stewing... because when I finally am able to roll away I don't get to go do something relaxing or fun, I get to do the pile of dishes in my sink. And then the baskets upon baskets of laundry. I'm frustrated that the house was so clean for Mother's Day, when was that? Oh, YESTERDAY. But now it's a disaster again.
I must make sure to wash Gray's Aunt Lisa pants so he can wear them in the morning to the dentist. Because going to the dentist is going to be rough enough. He will HAVE TO WEAR THOSE PANTS.
And I already set out three shirts I know he likes, all with out tags. Hoping he picks the one that matches his pants but knowing he won't. But he's going to the dentist and so I'll let him choose whatever makes him happy.
By the time I roll away from the bed, I'm wishing I could just go to sleep, too. But there's too much to be done.
[I've been hooping with an adult hoop the past week. It's surprising-ly therapeutic. At first I couldn't get it around 10 times and now I'm in the hundreds. The more I do it the more I want to do it. I sneak out into the garage and disappear for five minutes several times a day to do some hooping. And it makes me feel a bit better, my mind appreciates it.]
I will probably slip away after writing this, in my socks on the cold garage floor, and hoop a little
for the night.
(Aunt Lisa pants are washed and dried and put out for the morning so all is well.)