Sorry I haven’t written for a few days. I took a vacation day on Friday to prepare for a trip out of town and darn near wore myself out! I don’t know why, but every time I’m about to leave on a business trip, I feel like I have to do everything before I leave. I guess it’s because deep down inside, I feel like if the plane crashed, at least I’d be caught up before I died. I did laundry, washed dishes, went through papers, paid bills, vacuumed the main floor, vacuumed gobs of cat hair (or maybe it was 1 whole cat) off two chairs, planted annuals in containers, trimmed bushes, pulled weeds, and I still wasn’t done by 10 pm that night. If only I had 48 hours in every day, not 24, I could accomplish so much more.
Saturday was no better. I went to my son’s baseball game, watched them get run-ruled (again!- so sad), drove 45 min. to Mt. Vernon, IN, to watch my daughter in an invitational track meet and hang with my best friend, who bought me lunch. We had a lot of fun. My daughter did okay for a freshman who ran against older, faster girls. Her high school track coach was my track coach when I went to the same school over 25 years ago. It’s both nice and weird to have her at my high school all these years later. It’s the same school where I met my best friend.
Later on Saturday, I crammed errands into one trip, with the goal of visiting as few stores as possible. It’s amazing how efficient I can be when I don’t have much time to spend shopping. I had to hurry because I still had annuals to plant, bird feeders to refill, clothes to pack, and dinner with my husband to celebrate our anniversary, since I’ll be out of town on the day of our real anniversary. By 10:30 that night, I was doubly exhausted and could hardly keep my eyes open.
I know when I return later this week the laundry will be piled up again, untrimmed bushes will be even hairier, cat hair will have taken over the house, and dishes will be piled up in the sink– all waiting for me to come home and pick up where I left off. I sometimes wonder if my family misses me when I’m gone– or if they what they really miss are my cleaning services.
