Things I’m proud of today:
- We bought a new mattress yesterday with the money we got from an unexpected refund check. Our current one is about 9 years old and is so uncomfortable. I can’t wait for the new one to be delivered on Wednesday
- I made myself sit down and read the manual to my new InstantPot and I cooked a whole chicken (in 20 minutes) to have on hand for the week, and I made shrimp and sausage for dinner. So far, the pot has been life-changing, at least for today.
- Instead of watching Gilmore Girls like I really wanted to during naptime, I made 4 phone calls instead- oh the horror. All the calls were concerning Grayson and medical equipment and medications, and I’m glad to have these things checked off my list.
- I cleaned and organized the play room, even though my efforts are pointless as it will inevitably be back to its disastrous state by tomorrow.
Things I’m not so proud of today:
- I abandoned my original post for today because it was giving me a headache and anxiety. Some days I’m just insecure about putting myself out there, and I hate that.
- The house is a mess. Always. Sigh.
- I made grits to go with the shrimp and sausage and they were…bleh.
- Nolan was a cranky mess from about 4:15 on and would not stop crying, even when I held him. Teeth? So I put him in bed with a bottle at 5:30 and he fell right to sleep. My goal of being able to stay in bed until at least 6 am tomorrow is not looking good.
How was your Monday?
2 thoughts on “Monday, Monday: #NaBloPoMo Day 28”
I have a terrible mattress too and an vicariously excited for you!
This is so similar to us. We got both an unexpected refund check and a new mattress this year (during Labor Day sales) — which also replaced our nine-year-old mattress. And man, what a difference it made for our backs.
Monday was all right until I got home from my part-time job (I work at night) and had to deal with the aftermath of my son's tripping and falling on the sidewalk and severely hurting both elbows. When he gets hurt, he doesn't want anyone to touch or clean or bandage his wounds. So I have to wait until he's asleep and do it by flashlight. And he had been so upset by his accident that he didn't get to bed until 11:30 p.m. (And he was waiting for me to get home.) Sigh.
I know, kids get scraped elbows, but this was caused by his elopement issues (autism, sensory processing disorder.) His dad was walking with him around the block to look at Christmas lights, which went well until kid broke and ran for no reason, despite dad running after him and yelling to stop. Which he wouldn't until he tripped and fell. So…I know I prolly shouldn't blame Dad, but yeah, I kinda do.