Of Housework and Daydreams
I was sooo motivated when I got home from work today.
I got changed into my boots and work gear, and headed out the back to dig up the apple tree saplings that had sprouted up all over the yard. They are tough little buggers to get out, so by the time I'd finished that I was sweaty and gross.
But not done in, no siree.
I headed inside, cleaned up, and then cooked a chicken and vegetable risotto for dinner. And I didn't even burn it. Go me etc.
Then I decided that I would simultaenously prune my lavenders and do a load of washing. This is where I think I come unstuck. I shouldn't try to do more than one thing at once.
I flooded my laundry.
I actually managed to walk in and out of the laundry four or five times before I realised that there was water on the floor. This tells me four things:
1. I walk with my head held high (and therefore didn't see the flooded floor...)
2. I have my iPod up too loud (and didn't hear the sloshing as I walked...)
3. My blundstone boots really are very waterproof. I shall now wear them in damp weather with confidence. Roll on winter - I AM READY FOR YOU!!
4. I should ensure that the drain is clear before starting the washing machine. BEFORE.
So now I've almost finished cleaning that up, and I'm having to do more washing than planned so that I can clear the washing that was waiting to be done and is now all wet. Yay! I should still be pegging out at 3am at this rate.
On the upside, I won't have to do it on the weekend, and that will leave much more time for getting myself into the sorts of entertaining trouble that we have all come to love and enjoy reading about.
However, on that head, I am feeling really quite heartbroken and heart sore still. This is getting a bit rediculous. The guy left me for beer. Seriously. I should not be missing him and feeling like I want to have him in my life still, should I?
I'm having these little day dreams that he's going to come to his senses and realise that I'm a way better thing to have in his life than several slabs of VB, then come back to me and ask me to go out with him again. While I am completely congnizant of how sad this is, I can't stop these thoughts coming in.
Would I even say "Yes darling GM" and go running back into his warm safe loving arms? I don't know. I'd like to think I have more self esteem than that, but at the same time, I love him.
And I'm not going to think any more on that... cross that bridge etc.
Anyway. Tomorrow is another day, and a day I shall face with much ironing and folding to get through, but also a very clean laundry. Every cloud has a silver lining, does it not?
