This was an extremely low energy weekend.
I went to one of the dojos and took belt test pictures on Saturday, and I ran a couple of errands on Sunday (got gas and a couple groceries) but otherwise stuck close to home. The girls went to karate on Saturday, but otherwise stayed in. We cut church on Sunday, too, which we very rarely do. We all felt really low. Rob has a dreadful cold, and he's been just miserable and as a result, not motivated to do anything but lay around and sleep. So aside from the drainer's worth of dishes I did, the kitchen stayed a mess all weekend, which, of course, made me cranky. The refrigerator's bare of nutritious food, but we're too broke to go out for dinner or buy more. Fiona stayed in her bathrobe much of the weekend. Delia fretted over her History Day presentation all weekend long but otherwise had immense difficulty settling down and doing her homework. Requests for chores to be done were met with indifference and, if further pressed, with snarls. The house is really a mess.
Delia did try to help, by setting the coffee table for tea with my grandmother's tea dishes. The two of us had that when I got back from my errands on Sunday. That was one bright spot.
But otherwise, it just all felt really bad. Low energy. We're all obviously fighting viruses, and I think we were all extremely depressed this weekend. Dinner last night was a dismal affair, a frozen pizza that nobody wanted (I couldn't bring myself to cook in that dismal kitchen, and there was little to cook anyway.) We ate it in silence, morose and cranky.
I haven't done anything on the Decrease Worldsuck project the last three days. Frankly, worldsuck (or perhaps personal lifesuck) has been almost too much for me. I'm trying to tell myself not to be too hard on myself for this. I feel bad about enough things in my life that I certainly don't need to add to my own personal stress in that manner.
I don't know what we need to turn things around. Well, I do. Health. A lot more energy. Spring.
And a goddamned job for Rob.
I went to one of the dojos and took belt test pictures on Saturday, and I ran a couple of errands on Sunday (got gas and a couple groceries) but otherwise stuck close to home. The girls went to karate on Saturday, but otherwise stayed in. We cut church on Sunday, too, which we very rarely do. We all felt really low. Rob has a dreadful cold, and he's been just miserable and as a result, not motivated to do anything but lay around and sleep. So aside from the drainer's worth of dishes I did, the kitchen stayed a mess all weekend, which, of course, made me cranky. The refrigerator's bare of nutritious food, but we're too broke to go out for dinner or buy more. Fiona stayed in her bathrobe much of the weekend. Delia fretted over her History Day presentation all weekend long but otherwise had immense difficulty settling down and doing her homework. Requests for chores to be done were met with indifference and, if further pressed, with snarls. The house is really a mess.
Delia did try to help, by setting the coffee table for tea with my grandmother's tea dishes. The two of us had that when I got back from my errands on Sunday. That was one bright spot.
But otherwise, it just all felt really bad. Low energy. We're all obviously fighting viruses, and I think we were all extremely depressed this weekend. Dinner last night was a dismal affair, a frozen pizza that nobody wanted (I couldn't bring myself to cook in that dismal kitchen, and there was little to cook anyway.) We ate it in silence, morose and cranky.
I haven't done anything on the Decrease Worldsuck project the last three days. Frankly, worldsuck (or perhaps personal lifesuck) has been almost too much for me. I'm trying to tell myself not to be too hard on myself for this. I feel bad about enough things in my life that I certainly don't need to add to my own personal stress in that manner.
I don't know what we need to turn things around. Well, I do. Health. A lot more energy. Spring.
And a goddamned job for Rob.