I've been knitting. I've been watching Buffy Season 2. I've been reading the ast book in the Night's Dawn series by Peter F. Hamilton.
I haven't been doing much else. Oh, there's been food when it was necessary, and I got the kids to school and exercised, but as of noon today, it looked likely for inertia to reign and for another day to pass by with nothing, really, to report.
Then Knight called, to see if he could stop by after Rotary. And while he was here, I got to a "stopping place" on the DVDs. Too little time to watch another episode before it would be time to leave to pick up the kids, but enough time to do some stuff.
Okay, so I didn't totally sit on my butt. While the dogs and children were eating this morning, I made some progress on sorting dirty clothes and cleaing off the jacuzzi. And during the last episode of Buffy, while Knight was here, and after I'd scarfed up some lunch, I did some dishes, and then folded all the clean clothes left over from last week.
And after I got home with the boys, Knight stayed long enough to watch Becoming, Pt. II with me, which finished off season 2. And I got started on putting away the folded laundry, and then after Knight left I started making dinner, and kept up with the newly clean laundry as it was finished drying.
And somehow, along the way, once I started moving, things just started piling up, and I didn't realize how much things had changed, until I blew up. I was folding clothes, putting away clothes, cooking three dishes for dinner, answering questions from both the boys, and suddenly, what was meant to be a light suggestion over the phone hit me like a hidden complaint, and I just kind of snapped. I didn't really even blow up over the phone like I did at home: I finally shed myself of three sources of input (finished dinner, turned off the TV, and stopped the phone call), and turned around to find that the boys had disappeared upstairs, even though I'd just 5 minutes earlier asked them to wait for dinner to be ready.
So I'm shutting down early tonight. Finishing the laundry, reading, and waiting for a phone call where I get to be lectured about shouting. For which I've apologized in writing, and am now calm enough to listen and be chastised.
Somedays I'd give anything for the blissed-out days of "mother's little helpers" or at least maybe never having been born with this much emotion and passion packed inside.
But dinner was yummy, and the boys have finished their homework, and Tigger read to me, and I finished reading The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe tonight.
Tomorrow is bowling. And more laundry before I can move on to the next task.