Off day ≠ day off

Sometimes I really, really need a break from life.

Jarom’s parents both take the grandkids out individually on dates. It’s pretty awesome. Today the stars aligned so that Evan and June were both going on outings – June in the morning with Grandma, and Evan at lunchtime with Grandpa. After Evan left I got to work on some un-fun projects I’ve been putting off. I also called to try getting our health insurance resolved (which is its own post). Then talking to the healthcare.gov people turned into a full-attention thing, so I put everything else on hold.

Unfortunately, June was not having a great day. She woke up too early? She didn’t sleep well? She’s 3? Whatever the cause, she was being a pill for Grandma, and eventually June just wanted to come home. She came back about an hour into my insurance phone call.

So I had to ignore June and my mother-in-law while I finished the call (which did not end well), and by the time I was done with that I was ready for a relaxing break. But I had no car; June wanted to stay home anyway; I had projects that needed to be done; and the house has gone from lovely to disastrous in the past few days.

The rest of the day has mostly gone the same. Neither the things I want to do nor the things I ought to do are being accomplished, mainly because there have been a lot of unexpected interruptions. And when I do sit down to focus, I still get nothing done! I don’t know what it is about today. But having tomorrow mentally blocked off already – for sleep in the morning, cleaning in the afternoon, and a birthday party in the evening – means I’m not likely to get any further this weekend.

It would be beautiful to not have any obligations, wouldn’t it?

Settling in

My life right now:

I think this is actually a pretty great place to be at for the moment!

Sleeping makes life better

Last night I went to bed at about 6:45. I’m not sure Jarom was exactly thrilled about it, but he did handle the kids alone and let me sleep. 13 hours of sleep? That’s a beautiful thing.

I’m still terrible at falling asleep at night (at a normal time). Naps are easy, as is staying asleep. It’s that whole relaxing business I can’t figure out after 7pm. I know, I’m weird.

This morning Evan is pretending to be a hot lava dog. He tells me I’m an ice dog and we’re enemies. Makes sense.