One thing I love about Monday mornings is when they are part of a long weekend. Today is one of those Mondays.
I woke up to one of my cats pawing at my nose (lately I seem to be wrapping myself up in my duvet as if I were a burrito) wanting me to feed her. The day, apart from the duty of feeding my cats, was mine to do as I please.
Walking into my kitchen, there are dirty dishes everywhere, the floor needs to be mopped, the cats bowls haven’t been washed out and I’m dealing with another cat that is suffering from an ailment that will not go away.
I sigh. The day I have no plans for, is quickly slipping from my grasp.
After feeding the cats, I opted for 45 minutes of meditation. It didn’t quite clear my head of all the clutter, nor did it centre me completely, but it did put into clarity that there is unbalance in my home.
I am not overly fond of cooking. I like the clean up even less. Learning how to be creative with food because of the ‘betes is a challenge. If I was only cooking for me, then I’d learn to suck it up and deal with the pile of dirty dishes etc., but I cook for two, and knowing that my husband is a picky eater with his own current issues, well part of me just wants to go on strike.
But the dishes will still be dirty. Food will still not be prepared. The floor still not mopped.
So right now I will drink my coffee, I will settle my unhappy spirit, and will buckle down to get what needs to be done today, done. I will also pray that the dh’s eyes will be opened to the unbalance that is taking place in our home and that he’ll start lending that helping hand that he used to.
Until then, just call me Super Woman. 🙂