Zippedydooda...

After I wrote my short post this morning, I went back to bed and slept until 7 am when the alarm clock woke me. I got up and called the number to announce myself as not coming in for therapy today and went back to sleep until I woke up very refreshed at 10:30 am. As usual, and you know this by now, I took an hour to wake up on the sofa with several cups of coffee and my cigarettes and Jesker to pet and rub his belly. Then I got dressed and took him for a walk, which was nice, because it was overcast and not too warm and I like that kind of weather.

When I got home, I tackled my administration and took care of bills and filed every bit of paperwork there was in the proper place. Then I made some crucial phone calls that I had been putting off and arranged for someone to come and fix the shed door, which would not close properly and in which the key had broken in the lock.

After that, and with many breaks in between, I cleaned house and I did all the things I should have done the week before, but for which I had constantly been too exhausted, It took me all afternoon, but I got a lot of things done. I did not vacuum and I did not mop the floors and I did not wash the windows, but if I have the same amount of energy that I have today, tomorrow , I will do those things then.

It has come to this point, that I have to take a day off therapy in order to get my housework done. I knew that if I went to therapy today, it would exhaust me so, that I would not be worth anything tomorrow and that I would be faced with the same problem I was faced with last week. Namely, not enough energy to do the chores that had to be done that day.

I am finding out that going to therapy four days a week and keeping my appointments and doing the housework and the grocery shopping is really too much work for me and emotionally and physically I am not able to pull it all off. I need more rest and sleep. That's why I crash on the weekends and I sleep so much.

Today I had a good day, because I was not exhausted from the intensity of the ergo and dance therapy, from which I normally come home an over tired woman. I used my energy instead to do all those jobs that I had not got around to for a long time.

Of course, I can't do this every week and I will discuss this with the "domestic help" tomorrow. I can do the "little" chores, if they send some one to do the "big" chores, but it is all a question of me qualifying for that and it may not be as easy as it seems. They are not just going to hand me a cleaning lady on a silver platter. Much justification needs to be in place. It can't be because I'm too lazy to do it myself.

Now I'm sitting here all wired from having done the work. I feel like I'm still in 5th gear and that I need to do more. My eyes keep scanning the apartment looking for other little jobs to do. They can't be big, because my back is sore, but I could clean out the utensil drawer, for instance. Or water the plants. Or wash the inside of the living room windows. Although that may be too big a job. What I really need to do is slow down, so I'm drinking decaf, after mistakingly just drinking regular coffee.

The thing about housework is, that it all becomes undone in the shortest amount of time and that you have to start all over again. You can't relax and just take some days off. You constantly need to keep it up. I swept the rug and much grit and dirt came out of it. It would have been easier to vacuum, but you know about that.

I'm surprised that Jesker isn't bald by now considering the huge amounts of hair he loses every day. He has a healthy coat of fur. He just drops it like snow. He dislikes being brushed, otherwise I would brush him every day, but he does like getting kisses right on his forehead and Eskimo kisses too. He goes into ecstasy over belly rubs and he likes it best when I sit on the sofa, because that the best place to receive all those things. Which reminds me to move his pillow closer to my bed, because he likes to sleep right beside me, causing me to have to make a giant leap when I get up.

Really, is there anything more endearing than a dog who loves you?

Well, I missed both the news broadcasts tonight, so now I don't know what's going on in the world. I'm a bad citizen. I will have to read the BBC News. I used to be addicted to that site and the Guardian too, but that was before I got into blogging. Common Dreams.org is a good site too for alternative news stories. So is AlterNet. Actually, I better read a Dutch newspaper on line, because I do need to know what's happening in my own country. Sorry Laurie, I can't afford to pay for a real newspaper.

Right, that was enough for tonight. I need to go read some blogs and leave some commnents. This is not a threat.

Hope you have a great evening. I hear some mackerel calling my name.

Ciao...