It seems like so many things have gone wrong in my quest for absolute, unassailable perfection. After a long holiday and a weird start to the quarter (I don’t know why they had to start it on a Wednesday this time but it threw everything out of whack), my sleep/wake schedule is on the way to returning to normal. I think I’ll have it under control in a day or two, which two weeks into the new year
probably isn’t terrible is pretty good if I do say so myself.
The new washer arrived on Tuesday and is about two inches taller than the dryer, and as you can imagine that doesn’t bother me at all. Nope. Nuh-uh. I’m totally fine with it. Work on the laundry room itself had to stop because I needed to do a lot of actual laundry, and then had a busy weekend. In the meantime, Shaun patched a hole in the ceiling that he may or may not have created himself. I’m trying to figure the order of operations for completing the painting but it’s making my brain hurt. Ceiling. Shuffle machines. Finish primer. Shuffle machines. Paint. Shuffle machines. Paint again. Shuffle machines. Door jambs and second coat on cabinet. Something like that.
Friday was taken up with a meeting that may wind up being lucrative for me but will also mean more work, as well as a “short” trip to the grocery store to pick up a few things for dinner. I’ve read that despite all the conversation and focus on nutrition and eating, not that many people are cooking from scratch at home, and that’s no mystery. Food takes forever. It eats up (ha!) so much time between cooking and cleaning that it’s no wonder I spend all my free-time obsessing over it. All I really want it to eat really healthy food that’s really tasty and takes no time to prepare. Is that really so much to ask?
On Saturday, our friends came to visit so that we could see the musical, Elephant and Piggie: We Are in a Play” at a local production company. The girls loved it and it was very cute. Knowing the books as well as I do allowed me to see the clever ways they weaved some of the stories together to make the plays, but also left me feeling that familiar refrain, “the book was better.”
Sunday left me reflecting on food, thinking that the plan I had to eat an anti-inflammatory diet may have been too broad to be successful. I’ve started thinking of reducing or going gluten-free, at least temporarily, as a stepping stone on the whole foods journey. In general, I feel like I have been eating less and more mindfully, and that’s as good a place as any to start.
Today began with a trip to Trader Joe’s with Sonja. I took her there on a whim several months ago so I could get whatever health food it was I thought I couldn’t live without at that time, and she fell in love with it. They have kid-sized shopping carts and I let her pick out her own groceries (within reason), and by golly if that isn’t better than a trip to the amusement park. There are a few items there that I have come to really love, but for as far away as it is, with its limited and changing selection, I probably wouldn’t go as much if it wasn’t the only grocery store Sonja will go to willingly.
And now this day is over and I must somehow tear myself away from the agony of menu planning, and the gluttony of looking at laundry rooms on pinterest, to concentrate on the work I actually get paid to do, before turning my attentions to the laundry room this weekend.