Everyone knows those days where everything just falls apart? You blink and suddenly you have NO TIME FOR ANYTHING EVER OHMYGODABANDONSHIP. That was my Tuesday, due mostly to a gallery opening I had to attend with the husband. (Note: What the hell is my life that this is a thing?) It was shoved right in the middle of my evening. I didn’t have time to make dinner so there was fast food, which these days feels like cheating. In the unfucking of life, getting rid of that is important business. It is something we will start working on shortly. After the gallery opening the inlaws wanted to go to dinner, but we had to bow out. One, I had already eaten dinner and was not hungry. Two, it was a running night and because we have plans tonight I couldn’t put it off.
I had three hours to get to the gym, write, edit a chapter, dismantle a chicken, walk the dog, and find some decompression time in there.
I did the gym. I did the writing. I deconstructed a chicken.
Only to remember that we had the wine tasting with the inlaws tonight so dinner prep was no longer necessary. At that point I was done. I said “Fuck this noise.” And I went to bed with a book.
I have probably an hour of at home time tonight before we head to dinner. We will most likely get home just before midnight, because when my inlaws do dinner they go ALL THE WAY. Four hours is the average. I don’t know how they do it. I will get home, shower, and fall in to bed. There will be no 20/10 tonight most likely. Maybe. I’m hopeful. I have to do my nails (you do not show up to dinner with my mother in law not looking 100%) and write the words. That will take up the chunk of my evening before dinner.
I hate how this sounds like a bucket of excuses. I promise if there is time I’ll do one. Now to home. Sigh.
