It’s the day after Thanksgiving and I don’t have to work
today. My kids are at their dad’s house. I refuse to go anywhere near a retail
establishment with the possible exception of my wine store, therefore I have time
to get a lot of things done around the house. Here’s how my day is going so
far:
I wake up at 7:30 but laze around in bed watching Good
Morning America until 8:30, long enough for my dog to do in the house what she
should have done outside but I was too lazy to get up and let her out.
I roll out of bed and shuffle to the kitchen in my robe and slippers, take the carpet cleaning solution from under the sink and pre-treat the carpet. I put water in the coffee maker, then notice the bucket of water that’s sitting on the counter that I need to add to the fish tank, so I go add the water to the fish tank which is next to the couch in the family room and I notice that my son has left a pile of string cheese wrappers on the coffee table.
I pick up the wrappers and take them to the garbage can in
the kitchen, which is next to the empty dog food bowl. I get the Tupperware dog
food container out of the cabinet and it’s empty too. In the garage, I keep a big
bag of dog food from which I refill the Tupperware container so I go out to the garage (luckily
the garage door is closed and the neighbors can’t see me in my robe and
slippers) and I remember that I’d left a bag of clothes in the car that a
friend had given me for my son. I set down the dog food container and get the
bag of clothes out of the car and take them to my son’s room where I notice
that the smell of teenage boy is quite overpowering so I set down the bag of
clothes and strip the olfactory-offending sheets off of his bed.
I take the sheets down to the basement and put them in the
washing machine and start it up and grab the sweaters I’d left on the drying
rack last week and I take them upstairs to the dining room table where I fold
laundry but my daughter’s art projects are covering the table, so I put the
sweaters on the chair and I pile up the art projects and carry them up to her
bedroom where I discover all of the juice glasses and spoons that have been
missing for weeks.
I gather up the dirty dishes and carry them down to the
kitchen and put them in the dishwasher that, thankfully, is close to the
coffeepot and I remember that I’d started making coffee an hour earlier. This
reminds me that I had also pre-treated the carpet, so I abandon the
coffee-making again and go get the carpet cleaner and fill the tank with hot
water and while I’m cleaning the spot that needed to be cleaned, I notice that
the rest of the carpet is looking dingy, so I continue to clean the rest of the
carpet in the room and while I’m slowly pushing and pulling the carpet shampooer
across the floor I realize I haven’t written a blog post this week, so I turn
off the machine and go sit down at my computer, but my reading glasses aren’t
on the top of my head like they usually are.
My collection of reading glasses have a tendency to all end
up in one area of the house, so now I just have to figure out where that is.
The repository is usually on my nightstand, so I go back upstairs to my
bedroom. I walk into to my bedroom and can’t remember what I was looking for so I go
back to the computer and smack my forehead because when I look at the blurry
screen I immediately remember why I had just gone up to my bedroom.
I also notice there is a pair of reading glasses on the
table next to my computer.
And now it’s almost noon and I’m still in my robe and
slippers with a no-caffeine headache and there’s a pile of sweaters that I’m either
going to have to steam or put back in the washer and the dog is sitting next to
her empty dog dish staring at me.
But I finished writing my blog post.
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