The next morning in snow
The snow fell all day yesterday; about 2.5 inches, more or less. We went out to shovel around 4, when it seemed to be slowing but the fall had picked up again by the time we were finishing. I was just as glad to see that, the forecast I had read predicted rain to come. Never came, though, and the weather seers changed the prediction to fit the reality.
I'll have to go out today, though, for groceries. Have to. Feumaidh mi a dhol dhan bhuithean. I'm almost out of coffee. Well, that's not entirely true. I have about 6 bags of flavoured coffee down in stores, but that's too intense for my tastes, so I make up each pot using 2 tbsp of French Roast to 1/2 tbsp flavoured (atm, Spicy Egg-nog). It's French Roast of which I'm almost out.
I was in a bit of a snit yesterday. One of the original reasons for Family Game Night was a night wherein I didn't have to prepare dinner and didn't have much clean-up to do. Then B decided that he didn't much care for deli meats and M found that deli meats triggered his problems, and now ... I not only have to play games but I'm all alone in the kitchen for an hour beforehand trying to get everything ready with no assist at all. And THEN, B has begun running upstairs immediately after dinner which means that once the drainrack is full I have to call him down.
WHY should I have to call him down to do something that needs to be done every evening? No one calls me in to fix dinner, bake bread, wash dishes, go grocery shopping. It's my responsibility to do this and I deeply resent being forced to BEG for "help" that so-called help is HIS responsibility to perform.
A huge part of my snit, however, is that I am down and so I'm sort of looking for reasons to be upset. I wish I had picked up the cheesecake Friday, I think that might have helped. Since I didn't, instead of having a small slice of what I wanted, I over-ate on snacks that I didn't particularly ... and I woke up with my left hand burning and numb. Not 'not feeling' numb but 'tingling and clumsy' numb. (which means my neck is giving me trouble this morning.
All of a sudden I'm wondering if perhaps the pain in my hand might have a more direct relationship with my attack of the sullens than with my snacking habits? Is it possible that I was moody BECAUSE my body was suffering this attack that culminated in hand-pain and the eating was an attempt to self-medicate? Or is my original idea that the over-eating is the cause? I'm not sure I have the self-discipline totest it.
Cat wants the drape open so she can gaze out the window, so I guess that's it for my maunderings this morning.
I'll have to go out today, though, for groceries. Have to. Feumaidh mi a dhol dhan bhuithean. I'm almost out of coffee. Well, that's not entirely true. I have about 6 bags of flavoured coffee down in stores, but that's too intense for my tastes, so I make up each pot using 2 tbsp of French Roast to 1/2 tbsp flavoured (atm, Spicy Egg-nog). It's French Roast of which I'm almost out.
I was in a bit of a snit yesterday. One of the original reasons for Family Game Night was a night wherein I didn't have to prepare dinner and didn't have much clean-up to do. Then B decided that he didn't much care for deli meats and M found that deli meats triggered his problems, and now ... I not only have to play games but I'm all alone in the kitchen for an hour beforehand trying to get everything ready with no assist at all. And THEN, B has begun running upstairs immediately after dinner which means that once the drainrack is full I have to call him down.
WHY should I have to call him down to do something that needs to be done every evening? No one calls me in to fix dinner, bake bread, wash dishes, go grocery shopping. It's my responsibility to do this and I deeply resent being forced to BEG for "help" that so-called help is HIS responsibility to perform.
A huge part of my snit, however, is that I am down and so I'm sort of looking for reasons to be upset. I wish I had picked up the cheesecake Friday, I think that might have helped. Since I didn't, instead of having a small slice of what I wanted, I over-ate on snacks that I didn't particularly ... and I woke up with my left hand burning and numb. Not 'not feeling' numb but 'tingling and clumsy' numb. (which means my neck is giving me trouble this morning.
All of a sudden I'm wondering if perhaps the pain in my hand might have a more direct relationship with my attack of the sullens than with my snacking habits? Is it possible that I was moody BECAUSE my body was suffering this attack that culminated in hand-pain and the eating was an attempt to self-medicate? Or is my original idea that the over-eating is the cause? I'm not sure I have the self-discipline totest it.
Cat wants the drape open so she can gaze out the window, so I guess that's it for my maunderings this morning.