We Are Slacking

I just looked at the list of our recent posts. Lion missed a day. I missed a day. Lion missed another. I missed another. We are slacking. In Lion’s defense, he’s been rewriting and rewriting and rewriting his book. In my defense, I’ve been dealing with both old and new software at work. He’s worried his book won’t sell. I feel like I’m on shaky ground trying to keep up with all the changes at work. No wonder we’ve been missing posts. When Lion reminded me today is punishment day, he also reminded me of a chore that needs to be done every weekend. How is it possible that I just did that chore and that last weekend was so long ago? Poor Lion doesn’t even really get a weekend. He’s in his office plugging away on his book. It feels like we’re both stuck in a revolving door. Around and around we go. Where we stop, nobody knows.

Lion did not get spanked last night for leaving the shower door open. I didn’t have the energy. I doubt I will get any of our stuff put into the storage area either. It will be rainy all weekend, and then we’re back to cold temperatures next week. Blech. I do have to clean up around here. I know that will get done. I’ll probably wax Lion tomorrow. I can move things off the waxing bench and back onto it if I need to. That’s no big deal.

The biggest problem I’m having right now is dealing with the concept of dinner ideas every night. I know. I know. It’s the revolving door idea. It feels like things are happening to us. Well, to me, at least. I need to put my foot down and start doing things. Ironically, I did start coming up with new ideas for dinners a few weeks ago. It didn’t stop the revolving door feeling. Maybe that needs to be done on a grander scale. Take charge, dammit. I doubt I would have allowed Lion to escape punishment last night if I was really in charge. Where the hell is Lioness 4.0 when you need her? And shouldn’t she be up to 5.0 by now?

Pardon me while I look for her.

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  1. I hope that everything will work out for you and you will be able to get through these revolving doors.

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