Postby MysteryWoman » Fri May 22, 2020 11:50 am
Slept in this morning. Actually, woke and took my thyroid at 7, then went back to sleep, so there was plenty of time before breakfast. This has been my problem lately -- there was no trouble spacing things out when DC was at school because I would take the thyroid first thing and not have breakfast and the rest of the meds until I had dropped them off. But since everything shut down, I've been going back to sleep as often as not and waking when I'm ravenous.
I did make those snickerdoodle bars last night and ended up staying up late doing so -- the butter kept refusing to soften enough to be creamed, and I had cut it up and popped it in with the sugar when I thought it was soft enough, so I couldn't pop it in the microwave to soften. Or could I have? It didn't occur to me to put the whole bowl with sugar and butter in there, so I just waited for time and room temperature to do their work.
I think I was not influenced by unhappy homemakers because I didn't know any -- my mother worked outside the home, as did my grandmother. Grandma ran a punch press; my mom, having more education, worked as a bookkeeper. I had enough education to not work! I didn't go to college for "the M.R.S. degree," as we referred to it; I worked as a technical editor for several years, but when the stress of that job was so bad that we had trouble conceiving, we could afford for me to stay home. Living on a teacher's income wasn't luxurious, but it's been good enough. (Of course, he had been teaching for ten years by that point, so it was a good bit more than a starting salary.) (Not that Mom wasn't unhappy; it was just that what made her happy wasn't working or not working -- it was getting rid of my father, who was no peach.)
I need to start doing something useful with my time; laundry, I think. I've actually been good at keeping up with laundry, and I think I've reached the point where I can start DC throwing some of their mountain of dirty laundry down the chute without gumming up the works -- as long as they don't throw down so much at once that they clog the chute itself. (For any of you wondering about "chute": In this area, most houses have the laundry area in the basement, and often, a chute runs through the wall down to the basement, so dirty laundry doesn't have to be carried down. If only we had dumbwaiters to carry the clean laundry up!)
BBL, I hope!
I've got my country's 500th anniversary to plan, my wedding to arrange, my wife to murder, and Guilder to frame for it; I'm swamped. -- Prince Humperdinck