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Tuesday: treats!
May. 30th, 2023 11:34 pmR. and A. finally got me birthday cards, a birthday cake and some assorted vegan baked goodies and chocolate from Whole Foods. Yay!
I apparently have been overdoing the brassica. Again. I had an arugula salad with radish, turnip and honey mustard dressing and wondered why I was having so much digestive upset. Yeah. D’oh.
I vacuumed the kitchen and some of the rest of the downstairs, the master bathroom and part of the master bedroom. I mopped most of the kitchen. I dusted some of the porch (it’s amazing how fast the pollen returns). I got two loops around the 1 mile block, one with M., and one by myself. I was wondering if I was getting a cold, but it turns out to just be a combination of the pollen and the smoke from wildfires north of us. There was an air quality advisory; it’s pretty bad.
I talked to T. about how to run the quick wash on the dishwasher at least every two days if he’s home alone, so stuff doesn’t rot in there and make things stinky. I also talked to him about doing the hand wash at least once a day as well. I presented it as an opportunity to learn important independent life skills and both kids were super excited to learn this. LOL. I mean, _no lie here_.
I called S., to talk to her about what’s involved in paying for School’s Out for next fall. Turns out the nanny gave notice for the end of June as she has found a replacement job, so I’ll be contacting School’s Out to both get payment set up and also try to get the kids in for as many weeks this summer as possible, and then we’ll backfill however we can. I’m super happy that this transition is not creating negative feelings anywhere.
A. didn’t want to get up, so she slept for an extra hour and went in late; R. called her in tardy. I had to get up to do the negotiation, but I did not have to call the school and I did not have to shepherd them through the rest of the process so I’m going to call this a win.
I’ve had a bunch of conversations with both R. and A. about how I’m feeling about both the birthday fail, and about how many different commitments I have and how their choices are really negatively impacting my process. I get that A. has difficulty making decisions and I’m okay with that — I _do not_ like it when she wants to take over my device to scroll through who has responded to an evite (thus stopping me completely from making forward progress on anything) while _simultaneously_ not wanting to go to the bother to log in and look at the evite on her own device because it’s not that important to her. That feels incredibly disrespectful of my time, and this is fundamentally why a lot of shit languishes on my to do list _that she asks about_ because I lose so much time to this kind of thing that there just isn’t time to get through more things that require her collaboration. I’m really trying to notice when I get stuck in one of these and pull out and make the tradeoff _explicitly_: if we spend this time on this thing, then I won’t have time to do any of this other list of things that you keep asking when we’re going to do.
I did get to the Duluth Trading Post shopping and order project. I don’t even remember how it came up, but I was telling people about the Buck Naked undies, and how I bought some after a ludicrous amount of research online trying to find technical travel undies. They were so good, they are a staple of my mostly permanently packed bag. A. heard this discussion and wanted some, because they are a technical fabric and she hates sweaty undies. I almost ordered some for her, but they have a variety of patterns and colors and I wanted to consult, but then I realized I should double check and make sure the size I buy for me is compatible with her ideas of what is comfortable. And then I learned that she didn’t like the butt coverage. Hmmm. I ultimately wound up buying a half dozen distinctly different items on Duluth, so we can try a variety of things. This kind of process is how I came up with the shirts and shorts that are also part of my mostly permanently packed bag, so I feel some optimism.
I had a really nice phone call with K.
I finished reading _Test Drive_ by Marie Harte. I _think_ I bought this on KC’s s recommendation years ago, and couldn’t make it through the beginning. It was a tough slog for the first quarter of it, but after that, it was pretty good. I don’t know whether I’ll buy and read more in the series, but I don’t regret reading this one. I’m a little curious what other unread romance novels are buried in my kindle purchases.
I apparently have been overdoing the brassica. Again. I had an arugula salad with radish, turnip and honey mustard dressing and wondered why I was having so much digestive upset. Yeah. D’oh.
I vacuumed the kitchen and some of the rest of the downstairs, the master bathroom and part of the master bedroom. I mopped most of the kitchen. I dusted some of the porch (it’s amazing how fast the pollen returns). I got two loops around the 1 mile block, one with M., and one by myself. I was wondering if I was getting a cold, but it turns out to just be a combination of the pollen and the smoke from wildfires north of us. There was an air quality advisory; it’s pretty bad.
I talked to T. about how to run the quick wash on the dishwasher at least every two days if he’s home alone, so stuff doesn’t rot in there and make things stinky. I also talked to him about doing the hand wash at least once a day as well. I presented it as an opportunity to learn important independent life skills and both kids were super excited to learn this. LOL. I mean, _no lie here_.
I called S., to talk to her about what’s involved in paying for School’s Out for next fall. Turns out the nanny gave notice for the end of June as she has found a replacement job, so I’ll be contacting School’s Out to both get payment set up and also try to get the kids in for as many weeks this summer as possible, and then we’ll backfill however we can. I’m super happy that this transition is not creating negative feelings anywhere.
A. didn’t want to get up, so she slept for an extra hour and went in late; R. called her in tardy. I had to get up to do the negotiation, but I did not have to call the school and I did not have to shepherd them through the rest of the process so I’m going to call this a win.
I’ve had a bunch of conversations with both R. and A. about how I’m feeling about both the birthday fail, and about how many different commitments I have and how their choices are really negatively impacting my process. I get that A. has difficulty making decisions and I’m okay with that — I _do not_ like it when she wants to take over my device to scroll through who has responded to an evite (thus stopping me completely from making forward progress on anything) while _simultaneously_ not wanting to go to the bother to log in and look at the evite on her own device because it’s not that important to her. That feels incredibly disrespectful of my time, and this is fundamentally why a lot of shit languishes on my to do list _that she asks about_ because I lose so much time to this kind of thing that there just isn’t time to get through more things that require her collaboration. I’m really trying to notice when I get stuck in one of these and pull out and make the tradeoff _explicitly_: if we spend this time on this thing, then I won’t have time to do any of this other list of things that you keep asking when we’re going to do.
I did get to the Duluth Trading Post shopping and order project. I don’t even remember how it came up, but I was telling people about the Buck Naked undies, and how I bought some after a ludicrous amount of research online trying to find technical travel undies. They were so good, they are a staple of my mostly permanently packed bag. A. heard this discussion and wanted some, because they are a technical fabric and she hates sweaty undies. I almost ordered some for her, but they have a variety of patterns and colors and I wanted to consult, but then I realized I should double check and make sure the size I buy for me is compatible with her ideas of what is comfortable. And then I learned that she didn’t like the butt coverage. Hmmm. I ultimately wound up buying a half dozen distinctly different items on Duluth, so we can try a variety of things. This kind of process is how I came up with the shirts and shorts that are also part of my mostly permanently packed bag, so I feel some optimism.
I had a really nice phone call with K.
I finished reading _Test Drive_ by Marie Harte. I _think_ I bought this on KC’s s recommendation years ago, and couldn’t make it through the beginning. It was a tough slog for the first quarter of it, but after that, it was pretty good. I don’t know whether I’ll buy and read more in the series, but I don’t regret reading this one. I’m a little curious what other unread romance novels are buried in my kindle purchases.