Worked on getting over a cold that came upon me suddenly Saturday.
Cleaned the Family Room.
Folded some laundry.
11 January 2016
08 January 2016
Friday
Despite an unsettled night's sleep, I woke up with some energy.
Henceforth I:
Cleaned. The kitchen, the living room, the bedroom, the stairs and landing.
I washed a lot of laundry.
I did not get the bathroom cleaned.
I did not fold the laundry.
Monday, your list has been started.
Henceforth I:
Cleaned. The kitchen, the living room, the bedroom, the stairs and landing.
I washed a lot of laundry.
I did not get the bathroom cleaned.
I did not fold the laundry.
Monday, your list has been started.
07 January 2016
06 January 2016
Wednesday
Today I took a child to an eye appointment.
Tried on clothes for an upcoming wedding.
Swept my floor.
Vacuumed the living room.
And played Castle Panic with my kindergartener. He's been waiting for two days.
Tried on clothes for an upcoming wedding.
Swept my floor.
Vacuumed the living room.
And played Castle Panic with my kindergartener. He's been waiting for two days.
Honey
Or molasses.
That is a little what life feels like right now. Trying to move and get things done but its going v e r y s l o w l y.
It feel futile to even try to go at all fast.
As I post what I've accomplished for the day, realize there is a multitude of laundry and dishes on the couch and in the sink, and a floor that needs to be swept. And let's all be okay with that. Or at least placidly resigned.
The illnesses of winter have descended with a vengeance. We have colds, sore throats, a bout of strep, aches and pains and a general lack of good sleep going on.
Not to mention other things that are just what they are at the moment. Life.
Still, we keep going. We keep slogging through the molasses and moving through the honey; the slow pull on our efforts, the resistance of the task at hand. But still. It is life. And if we stop every once in awhile to rest, if we will take a finger to our tongue, we will taste the sweetness. It's there.
It's okay to go slow sometimes.
That is a little what life feels like right now. Trying to move and get things done but its going v e r y s l o w l y.
It feel futile to even try to go at all fast.
As I post what I've accomplished for the day, realize there is a multitude of laundry and dishes on the couch and in the sink, and a floor that needs to be swept. And let's all be okay with that. Or at least placidly resigned.
The illnesses of winter have descended with a vengeance. We have colds, sore throats, a bout of strep, aches and pains and a general lack of good sleep going on.
Not to mention other things that are just what they are at the moment. Life.
Still, we keep going. We keep slogging through the molasses and moving through the honey; the slow pull on our efforts, the resistance of the task at hand. But still. It is life. And if we stop every once in awhile to rest, if we will take a finger to our tongue, we will taste the sweetness. It's there.
It's okay to go slow sometimes.
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