It’s 10:34 p.m. on Sunday night as I start typing this.
If you know me at all, you know something must be wrong–I am generally in bed by 9:00 p.m. every night with the goal of sleep by 10 p.m., especially on Sundays.
But I just finished mopping (and crying on) my kitchen floor and took a shower, and now I am writing this blog instead of sleeping.
Because it was just one of those days.
Don’t get me wrong–I liked everything I did today.
I feel like I should be proud of it.
I did yoga. I got coffee with a friend. Got creative with another. Grocery shopped. Prepped six days worth of breakfasts (sauteed yellow squash and onions to be put with spinach and eggs in the morning), lunches (roast chicken and homemade–and Whole 30 compliant–mayo to be put in romaine leaves), dinners (spaghetti squash and meatballs), and a gallon of bone broth (because I’m trying to not get sick every week this winter). I maintained my Whole 30 integrity (Day 2!). I skyped with my sister. My house is spotless.
It should be a win.
But…cooking for a week at a time…for one…by myself…without wine…is a lot of thankless work.
And then there were dishes.
Mounds of dishes.
And normally I like doing dishes. Something about being able to see something wiped clean.
But tonight there were just too many in a far-too-small kitchen.
And the tomato sauce splattered on the floor while simmering…so I cleaned it up. And then the same tomato sauce, followed by a good amount of bone broth, dirtied the clean floor not too long after, because it’s hard to pour a pot of tomato sauce into a jar and strain a gallon of bone broth with only two hands.
I have a zit the size of a small country forming on the side of my face, which is also a rarity these days.
And, to top it all of, my shelf broke.
(I installed a shelf in my bathroom the other day.
A shelf I built myself.
And I felt so accomplished.
But I was in a hurry when I screwed it to the wall last week. I knew I should have used the molly fasteners, but I decided to play drywall roulette instead.
Tonight, the shelf fell.)
Down came the all-natural and DIY products that have been making my skin glow lately.
Ah, the irony.
And putting it back up took way too long.
Because I was already frustrated.
And because I tried to jimmy rig it back into place.
And when that didn’t work, I did it right, but fuck, it’s hard to hold a shelf in place and screw it into the wall with only two hands.
I’m not sure what the point of this tonight.
Except that sometimes, it’d be nice to have help holding the shelf.
And that maybe you always build it better the second time around.
Or at least you try.