To be fair, I've kept myself pretty busy during the day, which has left me thoroughly exhausted every evening. The upheaval of having now to send Tom off to an office to work every Monday through Friday has been scary, disconcerting, and stressful, but- most surprisingly- it has also been quite motivating. As it turns out, there are any number of tasks I'm suddenly drawn to accomplishing if only to take my mind off of the fact that he's gone. Bonus: having my two younger napping together for a two-hour stretch (when things go well) and having my oldest now trustworthy and independent enough to leave to her own devices within earshot, many things are actually now possible for me to attempt.
This sudden change couldn't have come at a more perfect time now that I have become responsible for meal preparation. Post-lunch downtime and our trusty slow cooker are the two primary reasons that we've only succumbed to ordering in twice in the time since Tom's new arrangement began.
What this might mean for my blogging I do not yet know. It would be nice to work some time in during the day to at least get started on the day's post, but for now I've got my hands full trying to make up for lost time in getting our household remotely looking like a functioning one. Little daily projects have meant slow and steady progress, but I'm now approaching some critical point at which the time required to maintain those areas I've managed to clean and organize will supersede the amount of time I have available to get some pretty neglected areas fixed up in the first place.
I guess I'll cross that bridge when I come to it. For now, I'm ready to wrap up this post, and this evening.
|Girl power block tower.|
|Michael the Tower Destroyer offers a hug in compensation for damages.|
|Sibling story time.|
|Spoon-feeding: how it's done.|
|Because that's how she rolls.|
Overheard this week:
As her face crumbled after being chastised for getting into Mommy and Daddy's things (and yes- we were more than sufficiently chastened for being so unintentionally short with her): "I think the tears are starting to come!"
Inspecting her first shrimp roll before taking an exploratory bite: "Poor fish."
Seemingly affronted by her father's impromptu serenade of "Itty Bitty Pretty One" to her little sister: "She's not the pretty one!"
"Abby finished puzzle."
"Piece missing. Help!"
"zebra, squirrel, tower"
"Salta la ola (shalta ola)"
"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten."