Well, I know where that came from -

[kyburg]

Jim has tweaked a tendon in his left hand. Hard enough and nasty enough to require a brace, and he's been written off for five days, starting yesterday. (Jim's left-handed. This is an official PIA. And in the hand.)

That's one day off, plus this Sunday - I think. Don't know. He might go back earlier.

He didn't set the alarms this morning, and I suspect stayed up waaaaay past his bedtime last night. Because today? FREEDOM! He's off, the kid's in daycare (we don't miss days, he gets too much out of it, seriously) so the only thing Jim can't do is videogames. Or housework. Paperwork. Could read. Could watch movies. Could SLEEP ALL DAY.

Neither my or Xander's routines changed a jot. I still had to have him up, dressed, fed and to daycare at 7:00 AM.

Uh. Normal time up? About 5:30, where I have to distract myself from peeing because the one bathroom is taken up by his truly - so I make beds, turn on appropriate morning TV for his nibs, wake up boy, dress, cosset, cuddle and prepare lunches for all three of us, and breakfast for kiddo. Then place child in front of food, direct to eat - and by then, his truly is out of the bathroom, dressed and can take over while I get showered and dressed myself.

I can also toss clothes into the laundry, and if I'm really good - do it early enough to have the clothes ready to put into the dryer on our way out the door.

That is - if I'm up on time.

Out of bed this morning at 6:15. I'm normally out the door at 6:30. Guess what didn't happen today.

Boy got dressed, fed (something new on top of it - anyone ever deal with Eggo Muffin Tops? Total win - they're ready in 12 seconds in the microwave, and the chocolate chip ones smell divine!) and yours truly got to toss on clothes, grab a bowel of instant noodles and jet.

Why yes, I'm a bit peeved. Jim sets the alarms, he sleeps right next to the damn thing and I can't even SEE the clock from my side of the bed. (It's also buried under clean clothes that don't get into the drawers.) Was my getting up on time important? Guess not. I still had to get kid to daycare before going to work myself, though.

Times past, I would have just kicked myself in the head because stuff wasn't getting done.

Not so much anymore.

I still had the beds made, the dishes tidied up, the laundry pulled in, the kid dressed and fed (and found out his jacket was still at school, so found a backup option), clean clothes on my body (I am going to get a looong soak tonight, so help me, to compensate for the lack of personal hygeine this AM) - I even brought the newspaper in.

And both kid and I made it to our destinations on time.

Did I stop once once I was on my feet? Why, no. No, I wasn't. I can sit down when I'm in the car!

I have this task list in my head (and yes, it's a drop down) - doesn't everyone?

Erg. Not impressed. Jim isn't malicious. Just oblivious.

Tonight is leftovers turned into chowder night - I think. Maybe. I might leave that for crockpot use tomorrow. Wait - am I coming up with all the meal planning again? I AM. WOW.

Payday is tomorrow. Jim is taking the boy to the beach. Me? I'm getting a ride in a bud's new car. And a nice lunch - I insist on it.

And I still want to consider a retreat as my birthday present to self - anyone have any suggestions? I'd love a writer's retreat, but sincerely - just time away from phones and stuffs will do.

Comments

[stronae.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry it's been a rough day. On the other hand,

grab a bowel of instant noodles

says it all. At least as far as instant noodles are concerned, anyway.

[kyburg.livejournal.com]

*facesmacks*

Oh there is no way I'm editing THAT.

[feyandstrange.livejournal.com]

Yesterday at Nijia Market I saw (on the way out, sadly) a new brand of instant noodle pot called, srsly, "NoodleGoo". Bowel of instant noodles FTW!

And I think your retreat should include hot tub.

[ms-hecubus.livejournal.com]

I had a hard time retraining Eric after Delia was born. He wasn't malicious either, but he'd do things like set the gallon of milk on the shelf in front of my bottle of pumped milk. I felt like I explained to him a hundred times that he had to ask himself if where he was putting something was going to make my life harder. He had to learn to look past the gallon of milk to the entire contents of the fridge before deciding where to place it. Taking care of a kid involves a lot of not doing the easiest thing because you have to set up for tomorrow.

[drlaurac.livejournal.com]

Oblivious? A man? NOOOOOO! Not possible! (snort)

One question

[turandot.livejournal.com]

Just why didn't he get the laundry or anything else that could be done during the day without much supervision to do while he's at home today? I would have left a nice and neutral note like:

"Alarm did not go off. Had to choose between doing laundry and taking a shower. Clothes are sorted, they just need to be washed and dried. Thank you!

Love,

me"

(Although I should mention here that I am pretty easy going and willing to put up with anything other than having to skip a shower because the alarm didn't go off and it was not my fault. Been there, that is. I can skip breakfast, I can go to work on less than 3 hours of sleep. I can even forgive myself for barely combing my hair. But no shower in the morning? I'd basically want a magnetic field around me so people don't have to come near. I'd be wanting to crawl somewhere deep and never come out again. Not a good feeling. So doing the laundry would honestly become an act of penance in my case.)

[monkeyfruit.livejournal.com]

Keep it cool! Tell him you need to see more teamwork. I obviously don't have a kid to look after, but it's a daily struggle with morale in the MiL's dump of a house, and I've made it clear that we need to be tight to make the best of things.