12/14/2009

Not so musical Monday

At 10pm I sat down for the first time since I got home at 5.30pm. I did manage to eat dinner in that time, a rather delicious Katsu curry I started making as soon as I got in. Regretfully, my dinner consumption usually takes about 40 minutes and involves minimal sitting. Instead it's grabbing a bite here and there when not being moaned at by the Tiny Dictator that her belly is rumbling, but somehow it knows it's not hungry for dinner but sweets. Arguments ensue, I'm told that I'm not very nice and have thus lost the friendship of my only daughter for being so bold as to ask her to eat her dinner.

After preparation of two lunches (tuna sandwich for me, homemade cheesy pasta with tuna for her), two lots of dish washing later with a quick tidy of the kitchen, and it's 10pm. The Dude was insistent that I should go to bed and watch an episode of "It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia" with him, but who wants to go from work - kitchen - bed - work with no proper relaxing in between? Now he is relegated to the bedroom and I get to cosy up with the laptop and a new (to us poor UK residents anyway) episode of SVU. I'll go to bed at 11pm anyway, but somehow that extra hour of alone time will hopefully be enough so I don't wake up tomorrow with a major case of the post-Mondays.

This is such a stupid Mommy blogger thing to say, but fuck it - what do you do to not feel as if your life is just one endless cycle of things that wear you out? I just cannot physically find the time to do things I need to do - Christmas cards for example. When? I suppose I could take a few hours one night and work on them, but at the risk that everything else would fall behind. I bring work home with me most nights, but I rarely get a chance to sit down and do it. Dinners and lunches need made, kitchens need to be cleaned, dishes need done, toys need to be picked up.

Somehow I don't feel stressed out with the hectic nature of the moment, I'm just tired. I can't believe I used to have time to sit down and write here two or three times a week, let alone reading what other people are writing. I can't work out what was different then, as I have the same job, same kid, same husband doing the same job. When are things not like this anymore? Retirement? Jesus...

Jumping subjects entirely, I'll be doing a Music Monday next week (21st) featuring holiday music. I have some ideas of my own, but want some other recommendations. What songs put you in the holiday mood? Email me before next Sunday, barrenalbion at gmail dot com, or leave a comment here.

I'm going to go put my favourite Christmas sweater on and brainstorm.

12 comments:

Tash said...

I had an idea or two, but then that sweater exploded my brain.

May said...

Wow. That is a sweater and a half.

Springsteen: Santa Claus is Comjn' to Town

Barenaked Ladies: God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen


As for the tiredness, my dictators are 4 and not-quite-two, and I have my hopes pinned on Fall 2014, when Buddy starts first grade. I'll keep you posted.

Jen said...

It's all utterly exhausting, and Mondays are the worst.

On a brighter note, I adore the sweater. Talk about festive! ;)

DrSpouse said...

Things I don't miss about US Christmases.

No 1: Christmas sweaters.

calliope said...

my eyes!! my eyes!!!

sort of lazy about e-mail right now so may I just say:

so this is Christmas
and that Charlie Brown christmas song

elizasmom said...

Combining the Christmas music and Christmas sweaters themes of this post: I presume you are aware of The Killers' Don't Shoot Me Santa? The video has all of the band members wearing some truly glorious sweaters.

On the more misanthropic-flavored Christmas offerings, there's a band, Porn Orchard, who recorded a song called Christmas Sucks in which they impersonated Tom Waits and Peter Murphy, that is 10 kinds of great. (Their impersonations are spot-on — took me years and google to get hip to the con.)

Anonymous said...

I know what you mean. The slightest additional thing going on and suddenly I am never sitting down, just covering the basics of the house and child, until I collapse in bed or stay up too late to get some brain-stand-down time. I've been toting my Christmas cards with me for a week hoping to find a spare moment for them. Let us know if you figure it all out.

Molly said...

I second Charlie Brown Christmas -- "Christmas Time is Here" by Vince Guaraldi. A lovely, melancholy song.

Also The Pogues' "Fairy Tale of New York." You've got to a love a song that begins, "It's Christmas Eve again in the drunk tank . . . "

tonya said...

I totally feel ya-- the only way our Christmas cards are getting done (by me, which really IS the only way ANYthing gets done around here) is between 10pm and 2am. AKA, last night.

As for holiday spirit, the classic and way cheesy stop-animation "Rudolf the Red Nosed Reindeer" movie is what does it for me. Any of the warbly, non-"I am T-Pain" auto-tuned songs will do. :)

Major Bedhead said...

Good jeebus, that sweater is vile. I really hope that's not in your wardrobe.

Favourite Christmas tune of all time - Fairytale of New York by The Pogues. Hands down.

And yeah. I totally feel you on the whole holyfuckewheredidthenightgo thing and I don't even have a full time job.

hairyfarmerfamily said...

Oh wow, that jumper is totally the dogs bollocks. I must show you the 80s ski-top of John's I've saved. It'll inflame you with lust. Ummm. Not.

Also bone, bone tired, but in my case I have done the cards - and neglected the housework. Yay for pit-living!

Flicka said...

I think my mom has that sweater! :P

We haven't gotten any Christmas cards sent out the last two years...years that we really had stuff to write about. I'm always tired and I cherish my free time. I don't want to say I wouldn't waste it on Christmas cards because that makes it sound like I don't love my friends and family but...somehow the TV and my knitting needles took precedence.


And yeah...I don't have time to read/write blogs too. :( I hate that. I feel like I've abandoned friends midstream. And that's why I've become such a crappy commenter these days...no time, then the shame of being absent keeps me quiet. :(

xoxoxo