Turns out I’m not Wonder Woman. I thought that when I was mid-way through this afternoon’s gyrations. I thought I might post it as a Facebook status but decided instead to use it as a lead for my blog post. If only I have not waited too long and become too tired to post at all. Oh, the trials and tribulations! You are welcome to roll your eyes and play a miniature violin.
I just paused in my blogging for further gyrations. I made my salad for the rest of the week and fixed tomorrow’s lunch. Go, me!
Only I am having wine, not beer.
I thought a picture would pep things up. It is Monstrous Monday, after all.
I believe I have mentioned that all I require of myself on Mondays is to get through the day. Other than that, I am off the hook. I have even been known to skip taking out the trash once in a while. Today, however, I tried to muster just a little bit more ambition,
First, I wanted to go for a run. I thought I would try seeing how many days in a row I could run at least a little. Today makes three. I’ll keep you posted on if I make it to four. I put a load of laundry in the washer while I ran, my usual multi-task.
After the run, I paused for my recovery beverage of chocolate milk. While I drank it, I called my parents. I like to check in with them. I had a nice conversation with Mom. I could put the laundry in the drier, take my shower and then…
Wait a minute, trash had to go out. I feel it is inadvisable to skip a week during warmer weather. Who knew if I would want to put real clothes on after a shower. Out went the trash. Oh crap, look at the dirty dishes! You are welcome to judge me for not doing them yesterday. I could do them quickly. I grabbed my rubber dishwashing gloves.
And was reminded the drain was slow. I poured in some drain stuff and went downstairs to take care of the laundry. The drain stuff seemed to work fairly well, till I realized the other sink had a clog too. I poured in more drain stuff and went up to take my shower.
One thing that confuses me about this drain stuff. After waiting 15 minutes, you are supposed to run hot water down the drain. But my water is not hot as soon as I turn it on. The first time I had heated water in my Hot Spot, about two cups worth. Well, I thought I was really clever the second time. After my shower, I filled a gallon jug with hot water from the tub spigot (it was an empty jug that originally held white vinegar, which I sometimes use with baking soda to wash my hair or the sink) (but I digress).
I did not bother putting on clothes but went right down stairs to implement my inspiration. It worked! The drains were clear! I happily set about washing the dishes. Please do not point out that this is too much information (an expression I HATE), but I couldn’t help thinking that my husband Steve would have enjoyed watching me do the dishes wearing only rubber gloves and my Turbi-Twist.
Full disclosure: I did not do all the dishes. I left two coffee mugs and an empty coffee container. I declared it good enough. However, my gyrations were not over yet.
Wow, I am up to 600 words! That is a long blog post for me! I am going to stop my tale, mid-gyration, and continue tomorrow. If I am able. It will be Tired Tuesday, after all.
“You don’t want a Monstrous Monday Post without me, do you?”
I throw in another monster for good measure.
Mohawk Valley Girl 