Woke up with that feeling that makes me wish sometimes I was a coffee drinker. Pulled myself out of bed to make husband’s coffee, so one of us could be chipper. Went downstairs and avoided the kitchen as long as possible (dressed Jesse, cleaned the bathroom, nursed Claire, dressed self) but finally had to face the fact that I had skipped dinner clean up. You know – when you put away the stuff that would spoil over night, and leave the rest? Yeah.
Thanked God again that I have a dishwasher (even if it is one of those that you have to roll over and plug into the sink to run, and then you can’t use the faucet for an hour and a half). Began boiling water for the coffee, and loading the dishwasher. Remember I forgot to start pancake batter for breakfast last night. Pour pastry wheat into grinder, start it, and walk away. Suddenly realiz I am out of milk and will have to run Jeremy to work so I can have the car to fetch milk. Blessed husband loads kids in car while I finish loading the dishwasher and plugging it in. Press coffee. Blessed husband notifies me I need to check on my grain mill. Have forgotten to put a bowl under to catch the flour.
Ride groggily with Jeremy to work. Drive groggily home. Scoop flour mountain into sifter, mix up pancake batter, clumsily sharing the kitchen space with the groaning dishwasher. Realize all my metal spatulas are in the said dishwasher. Resort to turning pancakes with large fork. Feed hungry children. Make Coconut Berry Smoothie for self. Ahhhhhh…feel slightly more optimistic.
Finish breakfast, glance at list and decide to procrastinate a bit longer. Choose instead to ransack the attic for a missing treasure I need for our Christmas – the Christmas books I illustrated each year as a child. Ransack attic. Find lots of treasures, but not the one I want. Try to remember first page of book, print it off for Jesse, and give him colored pencils. Although he is doodling very creatively lately, realize he isn’t ready and that I have a whole year to find the books.
Turn back to list. Hmmm. “Rinse Cheese”. Take out supposedly failed mozzarella, batch #2. Try following directions to rinse curd out. Doesn’t work, confirming that batch #2 was a failure. Throw it away and cross cheese of list. “Eggnog”. Spend 15 min. finding a recipe that sounds promising. (Must contain raw eggs. Must call for the rum we already have in the cupboard.) Start egg yolks and sugar beating in Vitamix. Sit down and write post. Look at the time and admit I really am crazy and have no way to get done all I still have to before noon. Resolve to work on time-management skills. Leave to fetch milk.
we could totally switch houses sometime. I have those mornings all.the.time! I always think it's easier to deal with someone else's problems, so maybe switching isn't a bad idea at all!
Mrs. Guthrie says
Ha! So glad to see from your post and the variety of comments that I'm not the only one with mornings like that…. They just throw off the whole day! :/
Isn't life grand?? Thanks for sharing, it reminds me that I'm not the only one in the thick of it!
I had one of those days yesterday….
Mornings are however, usually when I feel the best. I start fading around noon.
I can really relate to the feeling, if not the activities 🙂
I've had to give up my morning caffine for health reasons, and I really miss that pick-me-up!
I never have disorganized mornings. Nuh-uh. never.
Phew….. Your making me tired just reading this.(Hmmm Where's my coffee?) 🙂 I think you should just give in and drink at least one cup of caffeine to start your day, and have done with it ! lol
Don't tell Curtiss, but I have had several mornings where I wished I was a coffee drinker just so that I would have something that would perk me up even if it was only mentally 🙂
and as to the dishes in the sink….. lets just say that has happened lots of times the last few months…. 🙂
Hope tomorrow is better!!!!