Speaking of whining (we were and the reason I know this is because after two days at home with my child, my ears are ringing with the sounds of a thousand harpies dying in a sea of “I can’t understand you”s), I’m doing a fair amount of whining myself of late.
I’ve got spare time at home though this is in part because I’m exceedingly lazy (I’m looking at you rusty railings that require sanding and painting) Also, anyone want to come over and paint our bedroom none of these colors?
And in part for reasons equally awesome (yes, my child naps three and sometimes four hours on weekend days) and frustrating (I miss my wife who, for all of her own reasons, is ultra productive but leaves me well enough alone). On the plus side, I read an entire book this weekend. In two sittings. A+ for the Parasol Protectorate. It’s a throwback to my days in library school where reading romances, mysteries, and westerns were actually part of my classwork. Also, since it’s not spring, the garden isn’t getting out of hand as I find ways to stay in the cool house. February and March, move on already.
You’d think with constant cooking (we are taking another Whole30 time out – see my wife’s blog for more info), lingering family meals, full days at work, and all this free time to read, I’d find the days flipping past peacefully and quickly. Unfortunately, my brain isn’t wired that way. Thanks to an appropriate cocktail that allows for a double check when I want to do outrageous things at the drop of a hat, I feel like being wildly impulsive while being completely responsible. I think it’s reasonable to feel unsettled by that.
Ah, I’m just complaining after all. Perhaps it’s better to focus on the daily frenzy at work – plenty of teaching and conferences upcoming in the next month, something I can count on for exhaustion. Or, I can worry away at my parent’s visit at the end of April. I can sand railings. Paint. Might as well. Change that shiny gold switch plate in the above picture.
On a more interesting note, my child went to bed last night yelling “I’M A TROPICALNUTISLAND!” Nope. No idea where that came from. Maybe she’s reading my mind.