It was a different night than most.
Some things were the same. Oceana watched Shrek before dinner. She was grumpy from her nap.
I picked up Matt from work. I had walked this morning, then he drove over with Oceana and I took her home. Walking's not fun, but necessary for me. So I picked him up.
I made honey mustard chicken for dinner. That was good. The brown rice was good. The leftover-vege-stirfry was not. Ick. It got thrown out after we had all eaten one serving. That's why cabbage shouldn't be cooked after it's gone limp. If the cabbage is limp - you did a good job killing it. And don't disguise it with sauce. Apparently it doesn't work.
The dishes were done before 9:30pm. That's about as unusual as it gets. Seriously. I'm usually doing dishes was midnight. At least 10:30 or 11. Every night. I have a problem.
The floor got vacuumed after 8pm. Rare. Oceana goes to bed at 8, so I usually tell myself it will wake her up. Ha! I kid myself. That child sleeps through almost anything. Except Momma resting peacefully. Then she screams. But only on good nights of sleep. Never bad nights of sleep.
I emptied the vacuum cleaner bag. It's cloth. Ew. It was full. So was the filter. My hands still feel dry and icky. And to gross blogland out - I had to blow my nose to get.... leftover dust...out. Ew. As my mother, that's rare.
I tried to write a poem. About cleaning. And coffee. Because I'm a nerd. But at least Tarah will like me now. So far:
*What must I do to be clean?
*Questioned the procrastinating queen.
*For I find myself very frustrated
*For an ordered house I have waited.
*Very rarely the view greating....
That's all I got. To be continued...
I did work. Ok. Not entirely rare. But I did enough to make myself feel accomplished. Too bad I've got three 600-1100 word articles to write in two weeks. And a magazine to finish. Hmm....
I like my magazine with it's 200 word articles. I don't like our counterpart's that requires longer pieces. UGGGHHH. Last time I wrote something that long (besides a blog - which is not under duress) I was in university. And under threat of bad grades. I won't ask Mr. Barker to grade me... coz I won't be friends with him anymore if he does. AHhahaha. Good thing he doesn't read this blog. I hope. Don't tell him Havalah.
I didn't watch TV past 8:00. Amazing. But the hubby just went to bed and Ramsey's Kitchen Nightmares is on. So... hehehe. On goes the TV.