One day rolls into the next. There often isn’t much to differentiate. Not that I’m complaining. I’m just observing the fact. Often my day begins with me emptying the dishwasher, followed shortly thereafter by my making a list of calls and tasks I need to complete for the day. You bored yet?
My list might begin. Some chores like washing, folding and putting away little pants, shirts and undies are never done.
- Grocery Shopping
It often continues. I’m just not good at planning a week’s worth of dinners. Plus I don’t like freezing our proteins, which admittedly narrows my choices if I’m trying to limit the frequency of my visits to the store. So many days, I find myself quickly navigating the aisles, picking up something to roast for the night’s meal. I’ve begun to consider myself rather a gourmet cook! Orange jam sauce on pork one night, chipotle chicken with tarragon the next –feel free to email me if you’re looking for a new recipe. Thankfully Simon grills our red meats (one of the benefits of year-round warm weather!), saving me the bother of anything but side dishes on those days.
Today it’s cool out, the fall weather finally dipping into the low 60’s and maybe even high 50’s overnight. Apparently I’m a blanket hog when it gets cold. So says my husband anyway. Gotta remember to tuck in his side of the bedding for him. Loose on my side, tucked on his. One of the insights I can offer into extended married life (I’m now on year 13) – don’t fight about small stuff. He likes his sheets tucked, I tuck. And yes, most mornings I make the bed. Some tasks just aren’t worth hassling over.
The house is quiet. The morning rush to get the kids brushed, fed, clothed and lunched is behind me. Simon took the girls to school today, leaving me peacefully alone.
Now I can focus on my workday ahead, thankfully from the relative peace and quiet of my own home. This remote work arrangement was a concession to my sanity made about four years ago. I couldn’t trek to and from our office, didn’t want to doll myself up, just to see a few folks face to face. I’m much more productive just me and my phone and computer anyway.
I breathe deeply, acknowledging my good fortune in being able to maintain this still not altogether common lifestyle. I appreciate the view of my backyard from my desk, and even the artificial coral-colored flowers sitting on it that my girls bought me for Mother’s Day this year. “Mom & Me” says a little metal cutout, placed jauntily inside the flowers’ vase, atop pink sand and seashells. Pretty, and filled with love.
I guess that about wraps it for today– I do have work to do!
In the words of Deepok Chopra: