It is possible that I caught up on the laundry this weekend. My laundry closet looks astonishingly bare without it’s huge mounds of clothing, but the closets and drawers look kind of nice. I’m a little afraid to believe in this new state of affairs so I’m not looking too closely at the corners of my kids rooms lest I discover even more things to be washed. Of course those bedrooms are themselves a monument to disaster and a reminder that catching up in one small area of my life is not the same as being caught up with everything. But it is a start.
It is also possible that I’m up to date on all the customer support emails, though this is likely an illusion. I know I have emails in need of my attention, but there are fewer now than there were this morning, so that is progress too.
I’m also working my way through the accounting, which I usually do weekly, but haven’t touched in several weeks. Piece by piece I feel like I’m gathering in all the threads of normality. It helps that exactly zero of my brain is taken up by tracking homework deadlines and school events. I have time to breathe. One more day of shipping coins and that project will be complete. Or mostly complete. There are always odds and ends left over after a big project.
Bit by bit, progress is made. Hopefully by the end of the week I’ll have enough spare brain to prepare healthy meals again.
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