The last couple of days have been tough days for me. My cold just doesn’t seem to want to go away and I’ve simply been exhausted. At least I thought it was simply a really bad never-ending cold, until I went ahead and took some allergy medicine today and started to feel a bit better. I’m still sleep deprived, but now I can breath much easier.
Yesterday was a long day. I got up with Rick in the morning and stayed up until 10pm or so. . . Nicholas got up at 6:30am and stayed awake until 8:30pm. I’m pretty certain it was one of his longest days ever (that didn’t involve multiple airplanes). One plus of this was that we were able to get the grocery shopping done in the morning before lunch time, which meant that we weren’t in a hurried rush to get to our Wednesday afternoon toddler group. However, it also meant that I was so exhausted that dinner was chicken, vegetable, and potato casserole rather than pie. It also meant that this too tired Mommy forgot she had bread in the oven for awhile and our current loaf simply must have the crusts cut of the slices in order to be edible. (Rick joked that it could cut glass.)
Today, I slept in until almost 9 and then worked on tackling the disaster our living room has been since Christmas. I actually made the house look much, much better save the kitchen which is in a total state of chaos. That’s for tomorrow. Along with making some Apple Strudel to use of the puff pastry in the fridge that didn’t get used on Wednesday.
On the organizational front, I worked some more on my kitchen inventory and started setting my weekly household schedule. This is another thing that I plan on putting more time into tomorrow. One happy thing about working to set up my weekly and monthly household plans is that I at long last have found a yearly Bible reading plan for the Catholic Bible. My daily devotional time is one of the things that has been disrupted since the move in May and it just makes me really happy to not only know that it’s going on my daily checklist, but that I have a plan to follow.
Which leads me to mention my church. Tonight there was a parish forum meeting. I would estimate that I was the youngest person in attendance by a margin of at least 20 years. It is a lovely small parish with many wonderful people, but it lacks a connection or sense of community between the older and younger generations. It’s really frustrating for me sometimes because I am used to there being lots of people my age in my parish community. I am hoping that over the next year or two we can get some sort of youth/young adult group running.
Peace. . .