I'm going to blame it on the snow, but lately, I haven't felt much like doing anything. The Olympics also seem to have interfered with the daily rhythms of life. Well, they're over, and the snow is melting--still very present, but melting, and it's time to get moving.
I got up at 5, fed the beasties, let the dog out, made oatmeal and coffee, unloaded the dishwasher, made hummus, made sandwiches, dealt with an extraordinarily grumpy Teen Two, renewed 5 prescriptions over the phone, cooked basmati rice, cooked lentils, cut up vegetables, and cooked vegetable lentil curry, all before 9 a.m. Go me. I've also cleaned up everything except for some of the bottom of the curry pot. I scorched it a little, so I transferred the curry to a container, and I scrape at the bottom every so often.
I need to shower and go get the medicines. I'm going to stop in at the ReUzit store to see if they have any 3 quart pots available, because I usually need the one we have for more than one thing. I'll take a 4 quart if necessary. I doubt there will be anything, but one never knows.
That's about the extent of my planning, now that dinner is pretty much out of the way. I'm also supposed to write for a subbing job application for Penn Manor. Sweet Babboo has such a knack for inspiring me to feel like a deadbeat because not only have I not found a teaching position--which we expected--the sub jobs appear to have dried up. I keep checking, but nothing shows up. I don't like feeling like this, and I don't think SB sees the housework/cooking/chauffeuring as an equal trade.
Maybe I'll just go to bed for the rest of the day.