Working full time leaves little time for errands and
tasks. My weekdays are filled with the “job”,
piano lessons, dinner, homework, and sleep.
Saturdays have become the” hurry to wait" day. I have so much to do, and only Saturday to
complete them. I don’t like waiting in
line, but that is the reality: hurry to
wait at the gas pump, the bank, grocery stores, etc.
People ask me what is wrong with doing something on
Sunday. Well, I need down time, and if the
Good Lord determined that we needed a day of rest, who am I to argue? (and I'm too tired to!)
So Saturday is the day to tend to household chores, cooking
for the week, and running all those errands.
Last Saturday I woke up at 6 a.m.
No, I am not crazy. After getting
up at 6 a.m. all week, I didn’t need an alarm.
However, I didn’t get up for a few hours.
Up at 8am, I started grinding wheat. Made sourdough. Used up old sourdough to make pizza. WIN.
The boys love pizza for lunch.
Pulled out meats to defrost. Made
small grocery list. Went to one
store. Realized I forgot checks to cash
at bank. Went home. Grabbed boys.
Went to next store. Got gas. Realized I forgot checks again. Went home.
Went to farm. Stopped at bank to
get cash out of ATM—because I forgot the checks. Again. Farm only takes cash. Wait in traffic. Construction on roads. Wait.
Wait.
Then I arrived home. Make
dinner. No, make 5 dinners. With boys’ help. Each of them is responsible for making
dinner. We freeze food.
That’s part of Saturday’s agenda. I’ve left out a ton. Can’t even remember the last half. Except sleep.
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