Good news! I did a load of laundry! Well actually, Grayson started the load but did it wrong somehow (Delicate cycle I think) so when I went to switch it none of the soap was dissolved. So I re-washed it and then I guess at some point Doug switched it to the dryer and the point is…I have my Vuori joggers back.
Soft, clean, stretchy, low maintenance. No self-respecting Social Media Manager of a person with glioblastoma grade 4 wants to lounge on the couch all day eating brownies and…wearing jeans. That would be insane.
I thought things were off to a great start today because 1. V-day 2. Doug made me Avocado toast for breakfast 3. I had a free morning while Karie and Laura ran errands. (And don’t forget 4. Clean pants)
But it turns out I don’t know how to be a normal, functional human anymore. Or at least, I can’t snap back into the role all that quickly. The ADHD has been severely ramped up.
I got a call from Max. He was making a Flourless Chocolate Cake and asked a question about the recipe. All of a sudden I thought, since I had some spare time, maybe *I* should make one too! (I have cooked exactly once in 4 weeks.) I got out the pan, found the Crisco and greased the pan, went to look for the almond flour, couldn’t find it, cleaned some old food out of the freezer, looked in the cupboard, organized the cupboard but still couldn’t find it, got distracted and answered a few texts, looked at Laura’s MealTrain, used the restroom, aaaannnddd…then went back to Laura’s house. Leaving a greased spring form pan for Doug to clean up. Sorry Doug.
During the afternoon, Karie and I—with Laura directing—did a lot of cleaning and organizing. We cleaned out a lot of stuff from the upstairs rooms and organized some of it into the Laundry Room/Office downstairs. All part of Laura’s continued effort to Swedish Death Clean (which started weeks before all this chaos started) and get her house in order.
Later, the six of us (Karie/Todd, Laura/Jeff, Doug/I) had Cardiff Crack Sandwiches after several different iterations of Valentines Dinner Out didn’t happen. This option ended up being easy and delicious but half way through the meal, Jeff broke down and started crying. That set Laura off and she ended up full on sobbing. So basically, there were a lot of tears today. But not from me. I kept mine shoved down.
The first rule of Cancer Club: Everyone can’t cry at the same time.
Happy Valentines Day
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