Tiredness, good books and angelic daughters

My dryer broke down a few days ago, and while it’s an easy fix, it’s not one I can do alone, and until my husband has the time to help this weekend, I’m doing without.  Two of three screws that held the barrel in position sheered off. So I’ve been drying our laundry in the kitchen. I strung some string across the room in front of the stove, turn the oven on to a low temperature, turn the ceiling fan on full blast and proceed to turn the laundry over on the line every hour. It’s been to rainy and wet to do this out doors. My husband also doesn’t get home till after around five, when the suns heading below the horizon, which makes for difficulties as well. By the time his uniform is done washing, the suns down completely, and I’m left staying up till 2 or 3 rotating his laundry because only the laundry in front of the stove gets dried, which means usually his delicates are last to dry. I’ve been doing this all week, and let me tell you, it’s annoying and exhausting as I’m up  at 5:30 to get my son ready for school. It’s gotten to the point where I’m so tired that I don’t feel that I can go to sleep and wake up again. So I stay up and up and the morning hours drag on, I help my husband get ready for work when he wakes up at 4:30, he leaves at 5:15. I’ve stayed awake by reading the Howls’ Moving Castle book series by Diana Wynne Jones. I had no idea the books even existed till last week when my little sister told me of it. She and I have a shared fondness for the animated movie Howls’ Moving Castle. So in the hours and minutes in between finishing my “wifely” chore and the time my husband and eldest child wake up, I filled my noggin with amazing stories of wizards, eldest sisters, flying carpets, true love, and curses and spells. Needless to say staying awake after everyone’s off about their day and my youngest child, a quiet and precocious little girl who has a fine understanding of people’s actions and behavior, is incredibly hard. My baby girl is truly a quiet unassuming girl when she feels like it, and just by looking at me she knows I’m exhausted. So instead of asking for 20 different things and complaining about breakfast not being what she wanted it, she just looks at me, runs to the bedroom and gets my throw blanket and pillow and places them on the couch. My five year old daughter is mothering me, and doing a very convincing job of it. Her chocolate brown eyes are sympathetic, understanding and wiser than they should be. “Mommy, Take a nap. I promise I wont get into anything. I wont answer the door, I’ll just color and watch cartoons.  You’re a good mommy. I love you”   In those words, she helped assuage my fears of being a bad mother, letting me know that I had raised her do what is right, and that her intelligence and understanding are something any mother would be proud of. I took a short nap, keeping an ear on her and the cartoons, and was woken up a short while later too the sounds of knocking. My babysitting charge had arrived! Now to start the day.

My Goals for the day are to get the kitchen clean, exercise for at least 20 minutes, and finish up the three crafts i had started on Monday night.  I love working with sculpey clay, and have been making roadkill charms and pendants for necklaces, as well as monster eye hearts for valentines day. i have a set of lips to fire and paint as well. I’m hoping I will have the energy to do everything I set out to do, and am praying my husband is understanding if not all of the house is clean.


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