I’ve done a pretty staggering job of trying to fit too much into a day today. Since I got up I’ve:
1. Done the ironing
2. Done two loads of washing, washed, dried and put away
3. Visited the dump (for the millionth time this year) with a car full of broken glass, ex-lodger’s old crap and a few other bits and bobs
4. Done some food shopping
5. Unloaded and reloaded the dishwasher
6. Put on a loaf of bread
7. Made a vat of butternut squash and ginger soup to take in small batches in my flask to Uni for my lunches this week
8. Cooked three square meals for DM and I (OK, OK one of them was only toast and peanut butter but the others both required some effort)
9. Mowed four of our five lawns
10. Strimmed the edges of said lawns
11. Made apple, grape and ginger jam
You will see from the exif that the jam making was done at about 8.30pm but it HAD to be done or the juice I made last week would spoil.
Things I’d been planning to do but failed dismally:
1. Batch cooking all of the week’s evening meals – you have no idea how much of a killer I find cooking at 8pm when I’ve been out since 7am…I know I used to do it routinely but I’ve lost the ability to do so.
2. Clean the bathroom
3. Do my homework – I am going in tomorrow without having done ANY of the work I and my tutors had set for the weekend
I am hobbling around like a woman of 95 and feeling angry with myself for setting the wrong priorities. I wonder if I can get away with winging it tomorrow or if I should do my reading now at gone nine o’clock so as not to come to a sticky end?