The Road to 40 Day 41/365: Procrastination Thursday

Woke up on Thursday wanting to do a lot of things but ended up doing nothing.

Well, I did push through on finishing the job on a super long transcript I needed to clean up, but nothing much to call an accomplishment for the day. 

I’ve always told Che that I wanted to do more exercise, but I haven’t really been able to get to it in the past few weeks. Anything I can think of saying will only be an excuse because I probably would have been able to do it.

Che came home late the night before, so I thought she would choose to stay home after we left. But the soldier that she is, she went to work.

I didn’t have my walking shoes on, so I went home and did what anyone would do on a lazy Thursday morning – take a nap. I know I should have probably just went out and walked or ran, but I just slept it off.

My body moves like clockwork when Vino goes to school – wake up, cook, sit with him for breakfast, take him to school. Anything after that depends on the mood. But there are days when I just crash on the couch or on the bed when I’m home alone.

There are no off days to being a full-time parent. Che tries to give me that feeling on weekends by telling me to just order in food and she would even take care of the dishes sometimes. But of course, she deserves her rest as well.

Earlier in the year, Che let me join a couple of boys’ trips. It doesn’t happen often, but those trips were just about a month apart.

I enjoyed it well. The trips had a different vibe. The three-day trip had two nights that crossed the day, ending at 7AM and 5AM, respectively. The next trip with a different group ended at around 11PM or so, but started at around 6:30AM.

It was kind of a vacation for me, but deep down, I was really kinda worried that Che might not be able to pick up Vino on time if she got stuck in a meeting or something. See, when we decided that I was going to take this duty on, I didn’t want to stress her out with the tasks that I was supposed to do.

Che allowed me to go on those trips maybe because of the thought that I didn’t have days off. It’s cool maybe once in a while and it was really fun, but I realized those aren’t really on top of my things to-do list at this stage of my life.

These small crashes on random days are the breaks I think my body needs, so I don’t really fight it much when it calls.

I think I’ve caught up with the pace of how my life is going, so I think I can manage to run by next week.

When I picked up Vino, I had the intention of going to the supermarket to cook something soupy for Che because she would have had a long day and it was quite gloomy in the morning.

By the time I picked up Vino, it was super hot, so I thought soup was not going to be a good idea for dinner.

I still had some burger patties and meatballs ready to fire up. Vino chose the burger steak because he liked it earlier this week.

I got high praise for this version, with him saying it looks like it came from a restuarant. He ate a lot before saying he can’t finish everything, as per usual. 

Che came home late, so I don’t think she hasn’t really gotten rest. She’s been on the brink of a breakdown after just about three weeks in this temporary role. Family and friends sometimes joke about her earning a lot, but it’s true when they say people only see the results and never the struggle.

I live with her, but I know I only see a fraction of the work she puts in.

Last night, after I cleaned up and took a bath, I came out to see Vino standing by the bedside. He said he just took a photo of Che while she was sleeping.

I’d share it, but it’s really unflattering, and I’m certain I’d get punished somehow if I did.

I just told Vino that Che deserves rest, no matter how she looks doing it. 

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