Pooped on a Sunday

I just realized the title is a double entendre.  I meant to say “tired” — just wanted to make the clarification. (LOL)

Well it’s an hour before Cinderella time and I’m all agog writing here after seeing my blog back online.  (Can’t stop mentioning it!!  I’m just euphoric!)  I am actually crashing after a long day.  Sundays are always very long days because I hate to see the weekend coming to an end, and I’m always busy trying to prepare for the week ahead.

This week is a little heavier like last week — only because it’s another week for Angel at the back up childcare facility our company uses as a benefit for working mom’s like me.  I have to make sure his food is ready and there’s a slice of chuck steak that’s been simmering in my kitchen for over an hour now.  (beef to be cut up as meat accompaniment to his Knorr Sopas)  While that was simmering, I managed to repair the hem of one of my favorite slacks thinking of wearing it tomorrow if not Tuesday), ironed a cotton cardigan to wear over its matching cami tomorrow, and managed to do some hand washing.  (Yes, we do use a washing machine in the co-op’s laundromat, but there are things that I prefer to do by hand like Angel’s wash cloths before I run out.

All this after I fed the baby, bathed him, fed the dad and washed the dishes.. yes, by hand, even if we do have a dishwasher.  (First, dishwashers don’t always do the job.  Second, if you’re like me who prefers to eat on real dishes rather than paper plates, you would want your dishes clean.  And finally, if you want it done right and you do it better than everyone else, you might as well do it.  So, do I ever use the dishwasher?  Yes, when there are parties and there’s just too much to wash!)  I just remembered, I have yet to prepare the coffeemaker which is programmable to brew automatically whenever I want it.  Right now we set it at 6AM.

I’m already doing a mental rundown of what needs to be done in the morning: Cook rice (I always want fresh rice for Angel’s baon for the day), feed Angel his cheerios and milk, make lunch for Angel, assemble his diaper bag, take a bath, make breakfast for Alan and then eat breakfast myself (wash the dishes), paint my face, gather everything, leave for work.

Does it sound like I do a lot?  I think I do.. and sometimes at this time of the night, I wonder how I manage to do it.  I look at my sparkling clean kitchen floor and I can’t help but congratulate myself for a job well done.  I see my baby’s wash towels hanging by the tub and I feel I accomplished a lot.  But I’m tired.. and I wish I had another 2 hours and the energy necessary to stay up so I can do some long delayed writing to friends, maybe pick up my knitting needles and finally finish what’s left of my katya, move on to the next ball of yarn, and if I can still hack it, continue reading Queen Noor’s autobiography, Leap of Faith.

But no, I have less than an hour now.  Have to turn off the pot that’s simmering in my kitchen, set up the coffee, scoop up the baby from the play pen in the living room and then settle down for a good night’s rest before waking up to another week ahead.  Phew!

 

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