It is a Saturday afternoon but I call it a Jonah Day (an explanation from a childhood friend of mine). Before too long we are headed our first community potluck in our new little community. Dan is washing up the dishes after I made a squash custard with maple syrup and spiced with cardamom and ginger. Sounds amazing (my own recipe;) but is…mediocre. I expect a couple of scoops to be taken. Dan was working on the house and I spent my day feeling emotionally drained and physically exhausted; now I am wondering how I am going to manage to socialize with a group of people that I don’t know. Aneliese as to do art so I gave them some wool and a bucket of water and later they cut shapes out of squash puree ‘playdough’. I couldn’t find it in me to be very engaging.
Often, especially lately while the girls are napping, if I need to rest, I spend some time blogging or writing. I even have some things that I am working on; a guest crafting blog, a give-away, thankful reflections from the week, even one titled So You Are Thinking of Moving to the East Coast? Some things to know. But today, I can’t form a coherent thought. So I slipped away to sit in the tub (quietly so that I wouldn’t be joined by two little girls who demand the water much cooler than I like) and then to hide in my room for a few minutes until me and my bad attitude need head out with my sweet family.
Why am I sharing this here? I don’t actually know. But I’ll take suggestions (if gently given) on how to deal with my ‘Jonah Day’.
*EDIT* I didn’t actually post this before we left, but I told myself that I would. Anyways, Dan felt that I would feel better after being with others, it’s annoying when he is right but I do:). And the custard all gotten eaten, with more than one person saying that they really liked it.
So to end with a quote for my red haired Island friend, I am glad that; “tomorrow is always fresh with no mistakes in it.”
I could definitely add a few to your Nova Scotia post 🙂
I bought a giant turkey on sale so maybe I should do turkey for thanksgiving. And I found out that apple picking day is actually on thanksgiving weekend… we could make a day of it.
Yay, sounds good….I was given a bunch of pumpkins so I definitely need to make some kind of pumpkin-y dessert. And apple picking sounds grand, especially since the last trip I took saw an empty basket upon return!
I really appreciate your honesty. And your life. And this blog.As mediocre as your day was, it was encouraging to be reminded that other mama’s feel drained and ‘blah’ and need to hide in the tub now and then. I’m glad the evening turned out well (I commend you for going!) and I bet the squash was amazing 🙂
What she said 😉
I think it a good sign that you recovered sufficiently to adapt a quotation. 🙂
Love that you used the term Jonah Day. I’ve often been tempted to but have been sure that nobody else would know what I meant.