I had it all worked out. Yesterday I was going to relax, maybe decorate for Christmas a bit. Dude suggested taking a ride to his parents’ house to drop off his mom’s pie plates. I thought getting out of the house would be nice, so I agreed. We didn’t return until dinner time, so there went the day (and his parents weren’t home).
Today, I was determined to spend the day sewing. I have a table at a fair in town next weekend, and need to bulk up my inventory. Girl-E and C were going with their mom, so it would be a little quieter. I planned to crank up the Christmas music and create away.
Well. We got up late, to start. Then Dude made breakfast, which took over an hour. Dude said he’d take E to get winter boots, but I realized I’d wanted to stop in a store nearby for something for church tomorrow, so I went along. We made another couple stops as well. By the time we got back, it was almost dinner time! I pulled out a pattern and some fabric, but between tending to other things, getting dinner, and exhaustion setting in, I didn’t do anything with it.
I don’t like days like this. Now I’m feeling guilty and stressed and wishing things had gone differently. Dude and the kids are watching a movie. I ironed one piece of fabric and am now hiding in bed, ready to go to sleep as soon as this post is done. Tomorrow is a big, weighty Sunday, and I need my rest.