Today - Friday 26th October 2018
I am exhausted. Again. It appears that I am always tired these days. Too tired to read, to tired to work out, to tired to go out for a date night, or a girls night. My days are long - typically I get up by 6am, do Mum stuff, get to the shop by about 8.30am, leave at 6.15pm, do Mum stuff, put my feet up at 9pm. And by putting my feet up, I mean I sit with my laptop and do shop stuff until about 11pm with Arrow or The Flash or (in a recent rediscovering, although my deep love for it never went away) Buffy The Vampire Slayer, playing very quietly in the background. My three darling dogs are by my side at this point, all softly snoring in their spots on the sofa, Titan (the smallest, who belongs to Joe) emitting dubious odors, Bertie (the oldest one) guarding me against unknown forces of evil and Neville Longbottom (the 95lb labrador) is generally dreaming hard, his legs running whilst he chases skunks and squirrels in his head.
I have discovered that I am not the only Mum who does this, who goes through their day and then sits for a few hours in an almost silent house (Buffy, and dogs, and the washer, and the drier and the dishwasher are the combined silence - it’s almost a weird white noise), doing things that need to be done, but that might be able to wait for tomorrow - it’s a type of decompression I guess. Just having time without someone asking for something, or without a phone pinging (I wrote ringing originally, but texts are more prevalent than calls, in my life at least), where you can get things done. This is probably my most productive time of the day. The two hours between Joe going to bed and me realizing that I probably should have gone to bed an hour earlier.
Anyway - today was Trick or Treat Street in Lafayette. This sounds lovely, and in theory is a beautiful idea. The local children go from business to business trick or treating, giving their newly made/bought costumes a test run before the big night. In reality, every child from 5 square miles around descends on downtown Lafayette, in an ever building candy frenzy, filling their pumpkin pails with sweets and goodies, while their parents wonder what they are going to do with said candy. In our first year, we held a candy amnesty - we advertised locally stating that people could bring us their spare candy and we would deal with it. We sent it to a US Navy ship on maneuvers somewhere in the middle of nowhere. Fantastic for the troops. Fantastic for mothers who wanted rid of the candy. Cost me over $200 in shipping costs. 10 huge boxes of candy… Blimming brilliant. Didn’t do it again last year, because, ya know, $200 in shipping costs. Am thinking about it this year, but just as a portal - anyone know anyone I can donate vast quantities of candy too?!
Meltdowns: 3. Spectacular day, as with all that candy I was expecting wayyyyy more.
Items of paperwork still not done - 1,923,436.5
Friends who came for tea: 0
Friends who brought their lunch in to eat whilst hanging out: 1
Swedish Fish and Sour Patch Kids Handed Out: 1440+