Catching up
We had a great weekend. It started off with a bang on Friday afternoon, making trips for bee supplies, shuttling our elderly neighbor off to her hair appointment when her ride pulled a no-show, hitting a coffee shop for coffee and also leaving with lots of donuts, eventually finding our way out to the bees. Saturday was much of the same, in terms of pace, and then it was Mother's Day. Ahhhhh, Mother's Day. Dave made me an amazing breakfast while Henry made sure my plate was well-stocked with bacon. Holly ate herself into a stupor and had to be put down for her afternoon nap at 10:00 in the morning. I went for a walk and called my mom while soaking up the sunshine and the momentary peace of being by myself. Shortly after, we hustled everybody in the car and went for a hike. Both kids did amazingly well. There's no question Holly was in her element and Henry was most pleased with the snacks we packed and which he carried with great importance in his backpack, frequently stopping to make sure no one was in need of any water or sustenance. We came home, I mowed the lawn (an activity I find extremely cathartic), Dave fed the kids, we put them to bed, then the adults had dinner featuring bbq'd chicken, stuffing, corn, and asparagus, followed by cake. We ate while watching a movie I got to pick out, then I zonked out. It was a glorious day.
This morning I woke up with the feeling that I had a ridiculous amount of housework/work I needed to catch up on, so I tried to get five things done all at once and, surprise surprise, discovered that an hour later I had still not accomplished anything. I forced myself to slow down and have spent the rest of the day semi-methodically checking things off of my list, with a little bit of playground fun and showing up unannounced at friends' houses thrown in just to keep me happy. Tomorrow it's more of the same. I've also spent the day trying to figure out how I got so behind in the first place. I'm still not sure. Magic?