It was good that we took yesterday as a movie and rest day.
Today was not a rest day.
We got to the store and got our groceries in.
We came home and ate dinner.
Cowboy took care of his chickens.
He may have gotten a nap in, I don't know.
I retreated to my bedroom to watch my Thursday show.
The inside cameras are down and charging.
They have to have a full battery for the weekend.
As Badger says, it's nice when we don't have to put the cameras up.
But experience has taught us that what amount to nanny cams protect both us and Raven’s kids, because nobody can argue with what’s on video.
After Cowboy went to work and the school crowd thinned out, Badger and I took our walk.
We didn't go to the creek.
We turned up the little hill and went by the torn down house, then looped back to the library and went home through the cemetery.
It's still roughly a mile there and back.
We came home.
Badger took the dogs outside for a bit.
While she was outside and had my two extra toddlers with her, meaning the dogs, don't tell me, dogs aren't toddlers.
They're right up there with two-year-olds.
Anyway, I cleaned up the living room and started what ended up being three loads of laundry.
We have an excessive amount of clothes, and of course Cowboy mostly wears work uniforms, so he really doesn’t wear regular clothes.
We weren’t naked, so I haven’t been doing laundry.
I also did a quick cleanup of the master bedroom.
Badger came inside.
She cleaned and removed everything from the bathroom that couldn't be locked up, the chemicals, dog shampoo, cat medicines, and shaving cream.
All of it is sitting in a box in my bedroom.
Cleaning the kitchen is just an everyday thing, but Badger put the blender away, moved the spices and cooking spray higher up, and made sure nothing was left out that the kids could get into.
It's been a while since Raven’s kids were down.
We've tidied up but not really deep cleaned.
Look, it's just three of us here, we don't necessarily need a deep clean.
But when the kids are coming for the weekend, we do deep clean.
I don't need them going back home to the other parents telling her how filthy Granny's house is.
Nor do I need them finding knives and screws and who knows what Cowboy and Heron drop, stuff that rolls under tables and couches.
Then we called it a day and settled down for our “X-Files.”
I'm heading to bed soon.
I've not really been this active in a long time.
I'm exhausted.
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2 comments:
It took me quite a while to figure out what the picture of the day is. My mind is becoming feeble!
I hear you on exhaustion after doing what doesn't seem like a lot. I started having serious back issues in 2021, which basically had me glued to a chair. After I finally found medical care that actually cared I have improved but permanent damage has been done. This is all to say, I straightened out the broom closet on Wednesday and the bedroom on Thursday. I was exhausted! It's hard to accept, isn't it? But there it is.
I feel sorry for you and Badger. This really does affect the feelings you have for the grandchildren, as much as you don't want it to, it must do so. Your son doesn't want to see the problem, maybe because there is nothing he can do to correct it. Or at least that's how he feels.
I'm moving onward and will steam clean the two area rugs in the bedroom. Yippee!
Sandra: It’s not your mind, the bird was a bit hard to see. My daughter won’t allow me to adjust her pictures, but a little bit of brightening up would have made the birds easier to see.
I am so sorry about your back. Being basically glued to a chair for that long sounds miserable. And yes, straightening a broom closet one day and a bedroom the next is a lot now, no matter how “small” it looks on paper. That kind of thing really does wipe you out. It is hard to accept what our bodies can and cannot do anymore, even when we know it is permanent.
You’re right about how this can affect feelings about the grandkids. I love them, but the situation does change how it feels, whether I want it to or not. I do try to keep that separate, because they didn’t ask for any of this. My middle son has ADHD, and I’ve always suspected he may be on the autism spectrum too, though he’s never been tested. He just sees the world in a very different way, and that makes some things harder. I think part of why he “doesn’t see” the problem is that he doesn’t really know how to fix it, so he just looks away from it.
Good luck with your rugs—you’ve got your hands full with that.
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