Sunday, March 29th
We decided to go on a little outing today, to grandma’s house. We’ve been away from people for almost a solid two weeks and can say with pretty strong certainty, we’re clean and safe right now. My husband wanted to pick up a dutch oven to make some bread (pictures tomorrow) and the little guy has been begging to see her. I’m going stir crazy. So we loaded up in the car and headed over.
The visit didn’t last long and we did not go inside, opting to stand on the porch and chat in the sunshine six feet away from each other. Along with the bread pan, we also picked up some books for the little one because grandma has different books and we’re getting tired of the ones we have. He wanted this one read immediately upon arriving home:
I’m feeling …something… today. I’m frustrated. I’m tired. I don’t want to do anything. Maybe it’s a touch of depression. My husband has told me about 100 times today that “everything is going to be okay.” I’m not exactly feeling scared, but maybe unnecessary? Useless? Bored out of my ever living mind? I like to be busy and although I have a bunch of different projects I could do, I don’t much feel like doing any of them. So I didn’t. All day. I took a 2 hour nap and woke up tired after that too. I just couldn’t shake it today.
We wrapped up the evening with dinner, an early bedtime for little man since he refused to nap, and a movie – not on my Movie Project list. Edge of Tomorrow. Tom Cruise beats scary aliens. Yes – husband picked it out. Dinner was quiche – with a real crust, made from scratch.
In the news today:
- I stayed completely off of the news cycle today and have nothing to report.