Happy Homemaker Day

Thursday, November 14, 2013

Today, I didn't do much of anything but housework and play on the pute.  Not that the two don't mix, because, for me, they do.  Very well.

I started the day by sleeping in - I didn't get up until quarter after 11.  I finished the book I've been reading, then got up and started my day.  Started the first load of laundry, and turned on the pute.  As the day progressed, I got two loads of laundry done.  The first one only took two go-rounds to dry, but the second one took three.  Of course, they are still sitting in baskets.  I might get them hung up and put away before I leave next week (don't worry - of course I will!).  I wouldn't leave Ron with a total mess.  Then, I got a sinkful of dishwater run and started in on the dishes.  Ugh.  I hate housework.  I get no pleasure out of it whatsoever.  NONE.

In the midst of all this, I did work in my chicken salad with walnuts and a turnip for my lunch.

Tomorrow will be a day of running.  I get to run to Georgetown and Winchester.  Whee!  Good thing I like driving - and I get to go steal Ron's truck, too!

When Ron got home - after dark - I told him what tomorrow's plans were.  He gripes, "Why do you always wait until the last minute to tell me stuff?"  I told him because if I told him any earlier, he would just forget and tell me that I didn't tell him at all, so I wait and tell him at the last minute, so it would be easier for him to remember.  He just looks at me with a dumbfounded look and says, "Oh."   I wanted to laugh SOOOO much!  But I didn't.  As we were sitting at the table doing all this talking, I was munching on some mallocremes, too, and I haven't done that in quite a while.  Finally, after about the third complete telling of what's happening tomorrow, he supposedly has the plan in his mind.  We'll see.

He goes to take his shower, and I start making our suppers.  I make me Potato Soup with a can of tuna added into it, and nuke him Broccoli Soup.  He will make himself Ham Salad (sandwich spread) sandwiches when he gets out of the shower - he doesn't like how I make sandwiches (and I don't like how he does!), so we each make our own most of the time.  Every once in a while, I can make his, but...

I rode the damn exercise bike while my soup cooked (I nuked his) and quit when I had ridden for two miles.  After supper, I ate a banana.

When I put all my food into myfitnesspal, I was over 500 calories short for the day, and (sure as shit) they hollered at me.  Again.  Man, I thought eating less calories was a good thing!  I was kinda proud - I was under on ALL categories today except sodium and sugar, and those 'overs' were minimal.  One former than 100, the latter less than 25.  But, what can I say?  Some days are better than others!

Today is getting five stars for everything!  Food was great, even if myfitnesspal hollered at me, and exercise was good.  I actually worked some into my day, and walked back & forth, up & down the hall and in & out of the laundry room and the kitchen and all that a zillion times today.  That's got to count for something!