Spring Break–no big vacation plans around here, just son and I digging into serious closet & room cleaning, him spending a lot of time in his hammock catching up on books, and he and Dad moving forward on that 8th grade project–a pedal-powered chariot. I don’t have to get up by a certain time in the morning, I don’t have to be out the door to do school drop-off or pick-up, and son’s taking care of a lot of his own meal prep.
This SHOULD equal more time, right? See, this is why I don’t trust math. I’m enjoying the vacation and no-school-commitment things a lot. But…I also feel a bit like this.
Today, so far, I have:
- Walked with a friend
- Bought workshop-raffle supplies and mechanical pencils (this time, hopefully, the ones WITHOUT the mysterious-vanishing spell on them) at the office supply store
- Bought cockatiel food and spraying millet (and, yes, I know why they call it “spraying”) at the pet food store
- Bought MORE than a trunkful of groceries (symptomatic of the chaos indicator above, in that it’s clearly been way too long since I WENT to the grocery store)
- Eaten lunch
- Drank tea (skip this step at your own peril)
- Put groceries away
- Helped son sort through books & garner two BIG bags of books for the local used bookstore (AKA “paradise”)
- Cooked beets. (Whilst resenting society and technology for not yet having simplified my life by developing an already-cooked, already-peeled beet that tastes anything like the real stuff.)
- Cleaned the kitchen, listening to the end of TWO-Saturdays-ago “Wait, Wait, Don’t Tell Me” episode (note, again, indicator of chaos zone AND serious multi-tasking skills)
- Blogged (albeit mindlessly)
And now it is almost 3:00 in the afternoon, and I’m getting to work.
But, hey, I’m not sitting outside the middle-school waiting for the carpool!