Attempted to meditate. Made it two and a half minutes while simultaneously listening to MJ play her new “guitar” (ukelele) in the next room. She has written her first song. It is called “Puzzle Puzzle.”
Got up. Slipped and nearly died on tiny piece of tin tea set. Did not pick it up. It will only end up there again. Swore to look where I was going more.
Walked dog and daughter to field, where we read the ladybug book. Argued about whether or not there was time to read second book. There wasn’t. Thanked God.
Took MJ to gym class, where she refused to do anything the other kids were doing. Considered that my child is maladjusted.
Drove home. Felt exhausted. Considered that I may be coming down with Chronic Fatigue Syndrome.
Ate leftover stir-fry for lunch. Worried about arsenic in brown rice. Considered switching to quinoa. Hate quinoa.
Felt less tired. Realized I had forgotten to eat breakfast.
Folded one load of laundry. Wondered why my just-out-of-the-dryer “Tired” tee shirt is covered with lint. Realized I had washed it with whites. Resolved to re-wash it.
Did breakfast dishes by hand.
Re-washed dishes that came out of it still dirty. Muttered imprecations.
Did “Pets” puzzle with MJ.
Put her down for nap. No bug books. Yes!
Swept living room floor where we tracked mud from field.
Swept kitchen floor where MJ dribbled brown rice. Arsenic in rice, meet toxic Mr. Clean Magic Eraser on floor. You two should have lots to talk about.
Made three phone calls.
Swept in front of house. Used mostly MJ’s toy broom. (It is better on steps.)
Attempted to weed sidewalk and driveway. Failed. Considered unleashing Mr. Clean on dandelions.
Took out the garbage.
Realized I was filthy. Changed into “Tired” tee shirt.
Auntie Pam came to visit MJ. Hosted.
Ran to post office to mail box for Mike while Auntie Pam watched MJ (ie: read her the bug books).
Said goodbye to Pam.
Walked to field again. Read both bug books. Myra-Jean now knows the words “thorax,” “abdomen,” and “elytra.” Can also identify a Colorado Potato Beetle. It all makes me sick. I do not show this.
Made dinner for MJ and two friends who stopped by.
Put MJ to bed. No bug books.
Ate all food and the last of the homemade cookies with friends.
Said goodbye to them.
Started episode of “Parenthood.”
Mike came home. Realized there was no dinner for him. Fed him left-over, thrice-reheated, sole-of-shoe-tasting TJ’s ravioli for dinner. Burned myself on microwave steam. Apologized for hungry friends.
Got aloe from “carcass pile” in back yard and applied to finger. Considered leaving a small amount of the plant alive for future incidents. Aloe didn’t work. Dismissed thought.
Watched rest of “Parenthood.” Cried during baby birthing scene.