The First Weekend

I just wanted to say, though I've been working steadily since I was fifteen, I have never had a "9-5" or real weekends. In high school I would always work at least one day a weekend in addition to afternoons during the week. At Hollins, weekends were obviously dedicated to homework and the like. Two solid days of no responsibility after a week of doing things? Unthinkable.

And so, so, SO necessary. This week:

There are clean clothes in the hamper that didn't get folded.
Dirty clothes all over the floor because there's no hamper to put them in.
Dishes piled up on the nightstand.
Tissues EVERYWHERE.
No food in the cupboards.
Incredibly few "365" pictures on my camera.
Empty chip bags chillin' by the fridge.
Important documents scattered around by the TV. (Blame the cat for this one)
Dinner was served at 8 consistently.

In short, everything is a complete and utter mess. I just didn't care enough when I got home each evening. I would sort of fall into bed and and pull off my tennis shoes (too cold for flipflops--but they finally made my pinky-toe nail cut into the toe beside it yesterday. I hate shoes!), and my jacket, and lay there cooling off after a walk home. It's not even that far and there aren't many hills. I think my body overcompensates for the lack of heat on the outside by absolutely overheating me from within. Anyway.

I get home at about 5:30, and I've been falling asleep between 9:30 and 10:30, which I don't think will be a consistent thing--I'm just getting re-used to not getting 12 hours of sleep each night! But that's four to five hours of being able to clean and whatnot right? Wrong. I don't know where the time goes. Well, I do. First Cal and I make dinner (he gets home around the same time--sometimes later--each day!) On Tuesday we had to do a little shopping because that's our usual day to do it and neither of us obviously had time that day but we had very little food in the house. So we got a few things to get us by and THEN had to go make dinner, which was very late and I was starving.

But after that, dinner's been later than usual too because neither of us are there to start it up to be ready when the other gets home, so that's been frustrating, having to actually make dinner AFTER work! I'm looking into some crock pot recipes that we can leave on all day. Only thing is, we don't have a crock pot (or a place to put it), but we'll figure something out!

We've been watching an episode of Buffy with dinner, having finished Avatar. You guys. I don't even know what to think about this show. Neither of us had seen it before, and it just makes me watch the screen in horror. So THAT was the 90s, huh?

And at that point, after Buffy, it's like an hour before bed MAYBE and I sit down to write a bit or read--I'll do a CampNaNo post or video later today--and then I sleep, wake up at 7, start the next day. Weekends, I think, were designed for restoring a bit of sanity to the environment in which you live. I was GOING to dedicate weekends to writing like a wild woman, but as it is, my weekend's to-do list looks something like this:

Sign up for First Aid Certificate training.
CLEAN THE ROOM.
Do a load of laundry.
Actually put clean laundry away.
Do the dishes.
Organize cupboards/fridge.
Create next week's meal plan.
Make a shopping list.
Go shopping.
Finish that library book, it's due soon.
Type up hand-written NaNo words before you go insane.
Write... IF YOU HAVE TIME.

That said, I absolutely love that I feel like I don't have time for EVERYTHING. You know? I mean, my last few posts were all "omg not motivated have NOTHING to do" and now everything is a lot more interesting since I have too much to do. I think I'll be better at time-managing over the next few weeks. I'm going to write up a schedule and stick to it--because I mean, one load of laundry when I get home isn't that taxing, right? And I could always write up a meal plan on Fridays during nap time or something.

Anyway... that's an awfully rambly post to say "my room is messy and I'm going to clean it." But there you go.

OH! Also, I think I'm addicted to Nutella. That is, I'm going through withdrawals. I can't eat it or peanut butter in the mornings (usually I'd have one or the other OR BOTH on toast) because of the potential allergic reactions in a certain small child if any of it happens to be on my clothes/face/teeth after and gets transferred over to him. So all week I've been CRAVING Nutella. And now I'm going to go get some for breakfast, since it's a Saturday. OMNOMNOM. Makes me appreciate it that much more, I think!