I'm not sure how much of the Blog Over Lunch will actually be written over lunch any more. Today I had to make phone calls and, you know, eat & stuff. I didn't have time to write. But now I do...so it's Blog Over 8:04 pm. Oh and a glass of water.
One of The Girl's favorite movie lines is "I carried a watermelon", from Dirty Dancing. Well today I thought of her (I sure do miss her) as I froze a banana. Ok, I froze four of them. Did you know you can freeze bananas? If so, why didn't you tell me?
I had four turning brown. I love me a good nanner & peanut butter smoothie but am not a big fan of just sitting down and feasting on a banana. Turns out you can peel them and freeze them and then they're even better for smoothie making!
Yeah, clearly I'm excited by virtually ANY good news right now.
Another thing I did today...I ate chicken noodle soup with crackers and did not once fear that I would puke it up. This is a first in several days. I've lost four pounds in the three days since XBF left. Not entirely unappreciated, but I'm a bit tired of feeling like hurling all the time thank you very much.
For dinner I had PB & J, grapes and whole grain tostitos. Ok...whole grain tortilla chips. Who can afford brand names anymore? Not I!
But I was nearly giddy with the freedom of just slapping some generic peanut butter and generic jelly between two slices of generic bread and calling it dinner. These are the little pleasures of a single woman while her son is spending the week at dad's I guess.
Today I have to keep reminding myself...it doesn't all have to be done right now. I keep telling myself that, over and over and over again. I hadn't planned on a free evening tonight. XBF was going to start moving his stuff, but he had to postpone. No biggie really. His stuff being here is SO far down on the list of things to care about right now. But it left me with a free evening which, surprisingly enough, did NOT send me into a sobbing, hyperventilating panic attack of near medical-emergency proportions as would have been the case if I were faced with an unexpectedly free evening this soon after The Ex left six years ago.
Instead, it sent me into a mental list of all of the things that I could accomplish in the time between work and bed, and left me trying frantically to decide which ones I should do. Anything from emptying the dishwasher to mowing the lawn to trimming the hedges to programming the automatic watering dealio so the hanging baskets don't die, to just watering the damned things by hand to visiting the car dealer to car shopping online to getting a jump on tomorrow's work at the office to cleaning the bathroom to clipping coupons to washing the sheets to balancing the checkbook to fixing the roomba to....well...you get the picture. I have a lot on my plate right now.
But...say it with me kids.....it doesn't all have to be done right now.
I emptied the dishwasher, I balanced the checkbook, I watered the damned plants. I texted The Ex and asked if he could find time between now and the weekend to bring The Boy here and teach him how to run The Lawnmower (as it is still the one he used when he lived here). He agreed. I will soon fix the roomba.
Oh...and I froze a banana!
And that will just have to do.