A good wife.
I thought to myself as I was canning up homemade chicken soup with rice a few minutes ago.
I burst out laughing.
I make me a good wife.
I am my own good wife.
I do it all.
I do the laundry.
Two loads today.
I do the marketing.
I cook the food.
And.
The food is tasty.
I just finished putting up my food for the week and for the next weekend of classes which is fast approaching.
It’s hard to believe that I have classes this Friday.
I don’t know where the time went.
But fuck me.
It went.
I do know where the majority of today went.
Into my 14 page, 4, 484 word Psychopathology paper.
Holy Toledo.
Yeah.
Most of my day was that.
I was supposed to meet with a couple of ladies.
That didn’t happen.
And I was going to go to yoga.
That didn’t happen either.
Although I set my alarm to get up early and go.
What happened?
My internal clock went off and said, “get the fuck out of bed!”
And in no uncertain terms, my day changed and changed for well, the better, not that I necessarily had a bad plan for my day, things changed, they often do.
I got up earlier than my alarm by an hour.
I got up because I have a cold.
Oh.
It’s not devastating.
Although it is annoying.
It’s a sneezy cold with a bit of a fever.
No cough, which is nice, but a nice low running fever and a sneeze, also, a slightly whisky throated cigarette smoking huskiness to my voice that is actually sort of fun.
I think I caught it from one of the women I work with or one of the families.
Everyone has had it.
I’m better off than most of the folks that I have seen come down with it.
I’m a healthy lady.
But.
I didn’t want to meet with the women I do the deal with if I had a cold.
However, I wasn’t going to cancel my blind date and I wasn’t going to not do my paper.
So.
I offered both the ladies the option to opt out.
My person does that with me, as she knows I work with kids and I do the same for her, if one of us is feeling under the weather but capable of meeting we do, unless the other person opts out.
Both my ladies opted out and I have to be honest.
I was grateful for the extra time.
The paper took longer to write than I thought it would, although not longer than I estimated.
I was just hoping that my estimate would be over.
Nope.
It was pretty spot on.
I estimated four hours and I started writing at 10:30 a.m.
Yes.
I did get up early, but I also did laundry, took a shower, got ready for my date so I wouldn’t be stressed about that, even wore my favorite dress, and I had a nice breakfast, tidied up the house, and wrote my morning pages.
I also had a phone check in with one of the ladies.
Then.
I wrote the paper.
I finished it just after 3 p.m.
I took a lunch break in there for about twenty minutes or so and I got up once and walked outside and just stood in the sunshine to let my brain rest and let my body have some sun.
I skipped yoga.
Kind of hard to do yoga if you can’t breathe and are sneezing.
But I’m grateful to that too, I needed the time I would have been in class to write.
My paper, as I already mentioned, but feels good to say again, thank you; clocked in at 14 pages, 4, 484 words.
Yeehaw.
I wrote about Post Traumatic Distress Disorder and Alcohol Use Disorder.
Things I know nothing about.
Ahem.
There was so much to write about and so many notes and books and stuff and things.
So much.
But it got done.
Thank God.
I even had time to proof half of it before I left for my date.
We met at Samovar Tea Lounge above Yerba Buena Gardens.
It was a beautiful late afternoon and I was grateful to be out in the world, even if it took a few minutes to come to and realize that I was actually on a date and not writing a paper.
It was a nice date.
I had a nice time.
There was not really any zing zip for me, but he was a kind man, a nice man, and we talked.
He wants to see me again, that was clear, though I will probably pass.
I am grateful for the experience though, to be out in the world, to be trying new things.
I mean, this was my first time being set up by a friend.
I’ve never had that happen before and it is super flattering to be thought of.
Speaking of thought of, I received an e-mail today in regards to a book project, turns out a photograph of me will be in the book.
I was super flattered and it’s really nice to be included.
My world feels sweet right now, heady almost, the relief of having that paper done is quite nice.
The author of the book asked if I was still in graduate school and a nanny, as those will be listed alongside my portrait in the book.
Yes.
And.
Yes.
Care taker–of myself, graduate student, budding therapist, Burner, all the things.
After I signed off the e-mail I finished proofing and editing my paper.
I printed it off and voila!
I’m done.
And so is my weekend.
Fuck it went by fast.
I’ve still got some reading to do for class but it can wait for tomorrow.
I have earned a video and a cup of tea.
My candles are all lit up, I have Coleman Hawkins playing and I have my bunny slippers on.
It’s a beautiful thing.
Happy Sunday!
Auntiebubba 