Not quite MY time yet ... still helping the kids today. Grandson with his other grandparents and we're on moving duty. Apparently, not everything (like the entire kitchen) was boxed and moved (not sure why THEY didn't help with that yesterday), but here we are.
MY list of chores is growing LONG. I really, really don't want to spend my birthday week doing chores.
There's some lesson somewhere in all of this. I'm not sure where.
Go with the unexpected flow? (Ease and unbothered ... I'm looking at you.)
Set stricter boundaries with my time?
More downtime built into my schedule?
Just accept this happens?
It's really frustrating because I'm trying to get my things worked on and I get blocked at every turn. I've needed to wash my sheets since before my trip to Asheville. Everyday has been some reason I can't get at it. I planned this morning, no exceptions and hubby said he was too tired to do wash yesterday and needed the washer and dryer all morning before his trip.
Seriously?!? It's things like this. Now I need to fit it in tomorrow morning which is already a push and a growing list of to-dos.
It seems like everyday there's some add-on or left-over that's pushing my chores further into my birthday week.
Goodness. I didn't plan on this being a rant, but I am feeling a bit desperate to get my life organized and room left to get back to my routines.
BTW -- such a great day with our grandson yesterday. Hubby went to the house to help and I got the day with our little 2 year old. Park, library, cars and more cars. No room to squeeze in any work, but it's always worth it.
On that note, I'm going to get moving. At least I'll get a workout in this morning. Hoping for a little garden time too. Tomatoes are OUT OF CONTROL and the storms broke the trellises. I hope I can stake them without braking the main stem.
Fingers crossed. Wish me luck. Happy Father's Day.
Later gators.
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