girlfiend

Now that the Fiendling’s been taking a pretty regular 2 hour afternoon nap (though still only in the stroller or in the car which means I usually can’t nap with him) I have trouble deciding how to spend my time.

Yesterday while he napped I swept and mopped the kitchen and dining room, ignored the cat vomit on the living room windowsill, scrubbed the tub and bleached the caulk where the mold-removing toothbrush fails, weeded the back garden, put sphagnum moss in the containers out back, transplanted some mint, pinched back two of my basil plants, weeded the front garden, then went back and pruned some of the rose bushes in back. Then I sat on the porch with a glass of water and flipped through All New Square Foot Gardening until I got to the part about how to correctly pinch back basil plants and walked to the to see if I’d done it correctly only to find the Fiendling stretching, just up from his nap.

Today I’ve been far less ambitious. I ate some leftover curried carrots from a recipe I tried Monday night, checked email and blogs, changed both cat little boxes, made a veggie burger saving half for the Fiendling when he wakes, checked the bank balances and scheduled some bills to be paid, fixed a glass of ice coffee with the coffee I didn’t get a chance to finish this morning, and now I’m sitting here looking at the sleeping baby in the car through the window and trying to decide what to do next. I figure I have about 40 minutes left. I should probably water the plants inside, clean up the cat puke I ignored yesterday, finish folding the laundry I’ve been ignoring since Sunday and straighten up the second floor but none of those tasks seem especially appealing. But I know that if I go outside to relax and read on the porch the Fiendling will wake up almost immediately, just like he did yesterday.