E has been working on many shoots lately and is out again tonight. All alone with myself I’ve already:
- Cleaned up half of the living room then collapsed on the couch
- Made a meal of cheese and crackers, cherry tomatoes, and cereal for dinner
- Watched back-to-back TV shows on a borrowed DVD instead of writing
- Broke our last nice blue glass all over the kitchen floor
- Then broke the shards of broken glass further while trying to clean it up, thus having to clean it up twice
- Got my feet tangled up in the mini-vacuum while trying to clean up all the glass so I don’t step on it while walking through the kitchen
- Stepped on the glass, having to vacuum a second time
- Shorted out the lamp
- Dropped a cherry tomato and spent five minutes looking for it
- Found the cherry tomato under the couch—no, I did not eat it
- Thought of spending the night writing
- But didn’t
I miss him.
I’m exactly the same when Kiko’s Daddy is away. I think: “Great! A night of writing time ahead of me!” then I end up staying up really, really late, sending him text messages and missing him.
Oh ho – I would have washed the cherry tomato then eaten it – heh! Now I want to go out and buy cherry tomatoes. Will it help me write tonight…?
Ack! I can relate. A glass met the same fate here and the remaining shards (which were thought to be cleaned up) kept making appearances under other people’s (shoe-wearing) feet.
Sometimes it’s just one of those kinda days.