This year my kids' school has some pretty random breaks. We don't have a full week of Spring Break, but we have strange four day weekends here and there. I hate it. They are too short to go anywhere significant, and just long enough that the kids kind of drive me nuts being home. The benefit is that I theoretically get to "sleep in" for a few days and by that I mean 6:30am instead of 6:00am. You would think I was getting up that early to work out, but I don't until around 4:00pm when Loree gets home from teaching.
Plus, I have a Kindergartner in half day so I can't really dive into any major projects because I am driving back and forth to the school a few times a day. I can only do short term projects like laundry. I keep thinking I will save major projects for four day weekends, but then the kids are home and if I work on major projects then they turn into electronics monsters after playing the Wii all day. Do you see my situation here? No? Not, yet?
This is what I feel like doing today. My "are you sure you want a cattle dog, because they are high maintenance and run a lot" dog spends 3/4 of the day sleeping. Every once in a while he shows some sort of enthusiasm, and that wears him out and he takes another nap. He even sleeps through the night. It's like having a perpetual newborn around. When he isn't doing this, he is usually trying to climb into my lap. He believes that he is a lap dog.
Tonight we are having dinner guests who requested that I make a plant based whole food meal. So I am going to make this:
Except I use about half the oil required because otherwise it is just too much. We had it a few weeks ago and loved it. I probably ought to get on this because it needs to be refrigerated most of the day. Except that I need to go get my Kindergartner in half an hour. I just got up to check to see if I had some sesame oil left and Indy got up and followed me into the kitchen. Then when I sat back down to finish typing, he went right back to the same spot, sighed, and went back to sleep.
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