This day was interesting. I had delusions of grandeur of how much I would actually be able to accomplish today. I didn't have any clients booked, and my home is a wreck, so I knew I needed to play catch up. I put five loads of laundry away, and hung up 21 items of discarded clothing that clearly should have been hung up weeks ago. I replied to 7 emails, and then raced to the bank, to the grocery and to two garage sales for fun. I also chose to go out for lunch which is something I never do on my own.
I went to La Hermosa and enjoyed the GF Tacos La Hermosa made with carnitas, onions and peppers. It was amazing. I felt bad however, because I went without Josh. He loved it the last two times we went there and I felt I was cheating on him. He felt absolutely insulted and questioned my love for him when I volunteered this confession at the dinner table. (Not really, but he made me promise I wouldn't do it again.)
While there, I got quite a bit of writing done for a short story that is due in October. The waiter questioned me where my family was. Even he knew that I was cheating on them by even walking into the restaurant without them. I promised him I would return with my entire family in a few weeks.
I took a brief rest this afternoon, organized two baskets of clothing for my daughter and gathered two baskets of dirty clothes to start laundry tonight. I began preparing the vegetables and chicken for dinner, (stir fry) and panicked when I saw a text from Josh. - Don't forget to pick up Lily from play practice. I won't be done at work until at least 6.
I looked at the clock. It was 4:47. I needed to be at her school in Cologne by 5:15 and the chicken was in the oven and the water for the rice noodles had just begun to boil. I put the chicken on the cutting board, shut off the boiling water and hollered for Zach to hurry up and get in the car. We were both out the door by 4:55. I even made it to her school with 3 minutes to spare.
Dinner was completed by 6 pm, and I had the kitchen cleaned up and backpacks packed for tomorrow by 7 and then moved on to start one of two loads of laundry. Lily reviewed all of her vocab definitions for her test tomorrow. The kids are getting into bed now and it is just after 8.
I didn't make a to do list for today. I rarely do. But when I do make notes, it is usually items of note to make sure I don't forget things we need at the grocery store, or the ideal order of errands. But today, my mental to do list was no where near completed.
I wanted to get further in the story that I was writing. I wanted to clear up some of the mess on the main floor and to address the overflowing almost out of season clothing that seems to multiplying in Lily's room. None of those things were completed. But there is always tomorrow.
But I completed errands. I reclaimed my home so that it no longer looks like a bomb went off, only that a small struggle may have taken place. I enjoyed an amazing meal that I didn't have to make. I was able to witness two young brothers playing in City Square Park and enjoying the beautiful day. I found a great puzzle for Zach and a coloring book for Lily at a garage sale. I also discovered 9 items of clothing that I can donate because I will no longer wear them. I played a few hands of cards with husband after we finished eating dinner together.
I cuddled with Lily and goofed around a bit when she told me that she loved the note I left of her in her lunch bag. And I enjoyed spending time with Zach, talking about his day at school, all that he accomplished at work and what he is looking forward to in the weeks to come.
All of these amazing things were spotlights of joy that I didn't necessarily plan for, but
yet, I got to experience each one. No, the to do list wasn't completed, and the day wasn't a complete success. But I guess it is all in how I choose to look at things.I don't work tomorrow. The only thing on my agenda is housework and writing. So tomorrow, I will get a chance to do it all over again. And that is just fine with me. Because today was a good day just as it was.
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