It's hard, that space that is there. As the days go by, it gets bigger. I didn't know it would be that way.
Why Dinner Will Never Be Ready.
Last night I prepared two different meals, for the bean eaters and the meat eaters with a pot on every burner and the water running and Gray lost Noah's brand new DS so without even realizing it I'm upstairs with my head under a bedskirt searching and underbreathcursing and then downstairs swatting Valentines off my hutch into a paper trash bag, remembering the water running down the cabinet, and the bag of chicken sits on the counter, cold pans on burners.
Ivy brings me my bible LOL and
drops it into the overflowing sink.
The phone rings and I accidentally squirt the counter with dish detergent (really?) in an attempt to clean SOMETHING.
I can do five things at once but I can't get one of them right.
Most days it's not like this, but get out of the groove even a smidge and it's all upset, needs mending.
I arrived to my knitting class the other night with confidence and a mostly-done project. I showed my teacher one area where I thought I might have made a slight mistake, meaning, she ripped out a ton of my work (a ton) and fixed my mistake and got me back on track. A bit behind, but I'm back where I need to be.