Decided to fill bird feeders. In process snagged a brand new bag of Nyger seed on the cabinet door. It tore open, spilling microscopic black seeds all over living room.
Swept up seeds. Put contents of dustpan in birdfeeder. Wondered if finches would mind the dog hair.
Said goodbye to Mike.
Gathered laundry I have neglected for days. Tried to predict how many loads it would be. Decided six.
Put in first load with MJ’s help.
While in the utility room, noticed a pile of cushions Mike had removed from our dining room benches because he wanted to cut their foam down to the right size. This because I had previously — and accidentally — shrunk the covers. Decided I was tired of waiting for him to get around to it. His emphasis on “doing things properly” is an enemy to task completion.
Trimmed cushions with a butcher knife. Placed them back in covers. Realized I’d botched badly. Stuffed cushions with extra trimmings to make them look less floppy. Placed back on benches.
Got up. Switched laundry. In process of putting in new load found car keys that have been missing since Monday. In Mike’s swim trunks.
Called him to tell him of this. Also mentioned re-upholstering work. Calmed his unreasonable fears. Then burst into hysterical cackles. Hung up.
Made MJ lunch.
Heard landscaper arrive with his “masonry guy.” Let them in back yard. Locked frantic Mina in bedroom.
Chided MJ for making “bracelets” out of her spaghetti.
Had quick discussion with guys about the yard. Felt mildly encouraged.
Said goodbye to them.
E-mailed accountant to ask if our tax returns would be done soon and if we would be getting money.
Let Mina out of bedroom.
Put MJ to bed.
Watched final episode of “Breaking Bad” season 5. Felt guilty for watching TV during day. But it was really good.
Fell into a coma on couch.
Woke up when MJ did. Put in new load of laundry. Made tea. Searched everywhere for my favorite mug. Even looked in husband’s swim trunks. Did not find. Felt vexed.
Put tea in travel mug and took MJ to park. Spilled all over myself while walking.
Played in sand, pushed swings, acted like Minnie Mouse.
Realized we’d stayed too long.
Rushed home, made “dinner.” If a ham sandwich may be given the name.
Put in another load of laundry. Took down clothes on line.
Put away laundry. Found tea mug in MJ’s closet.
Washed mug and other dishes, tried to clean up for sitter. Contemplated thousands of toys on floor. Wondered how it’s possible for daughter to strew every single one, in a new and baffling configuration, every day. Her messes are like snowflakes. No two the same. This is no comfort.
Realized I smelled and needed to take shower. Left toys.
Saw I was running late. Skipped shower. Changed shirt.
Raced to grocery store. Shopped.
Raced to parent’s meeting at preschool. No AC. Sweated, nodded, and volunteered.
Famished, made cheese sandwich. Began to eat it. Husband came home.
Got into it with him about cushions. Apologized for impatience and sloppy workmanship.
Complained of fatigue. Asked husband to clean up toys.
Went to bed. Realized it was covered with crumpled, clean laundry. Three loads worth.