There are two kinds of batchin’ it, really.
There’s the “batchin’ it during the week” versus “batchin’ it during the weekend”.
These are *EXCEPTIONALLY* different. More than that, there’s even different flavors based on which opens the series of events.
If batchin’ it starts on a Friday, then the first three days of batchin’ it have a shot at being fun. Get a pizza on Friday night and don’t worry about maybe getting the wrong toppings. See a movie on Saturday and there is no negotiation required. Do laundry at your leisure, get groceries at your leisure, and live without a schedule. Then settle into the cadence of the week.
If batchin’ it starts on a Monday, then the first four days of batchin’ it involve taking care of the cats, going to work, coming home, taking care of the cats, going to bed. Maybe there’s a trip to the grocery store in there. Maybe there’s a need to go to the pharmacy. But the kitties need their food and water and that means that they need clean boxes and so on and so forth. Squeeze in some recreation in there if you can.
Then, by the time Friday night rolls around, it’s more of the same of taking care of the kitties. Getting a pizza is nice, I guess, but it’s easiest to just pick up a Costco Pepperoni on the way home ($10! Tons of leftovers!). A movie? In *THIS* economy? Ugh. And there’s groceries and the other errands. Jeez. When is she getting back?!?
This variant of batchin’ it was a “Starts on Monday” variant. This is the last weekend before she gets home on Monday.
Tiger has gone feral. He comes out for feeding times and, around 1AM, yowls in front of the (closed) library door telling Maribou to come out. Sometimes he jumps on the bed and asks for pets immediately after but then he goes back into hiding. Alice loves it, however. All the attention she wants.
So it’s good that she gets back soon. I’ve hit the “stopped sleeping” portion of batchin’ it.
This weekend will be spent in light prep for her return. I’m going to want to do some light cleanout of the fridge, do the laundry (only one basket this time!), and finish cooking the last of the pepper bacon.
So… what’s on your docket?
(Featured image is “Bath”. Photo taken by Maribou.)
Getting off a little bit early today, so I might spend my afternoon watching Arsenal and playing some video games. If it’s warm enough, I might take the dogs on a short walk. Tomorrow we’re heading to Boulder to visit the boy, and maybe Sunday heading to a friend’s house to lend some technical support.Report
It’s a high culture day for me on Saturday — the relatively local winery is having a release party, and I’ve tickets to Mahler’s Fourth at the Oregon Symphony. I need to be mindful of my companion’s need to let her dog out of the house for relief. Sunday will likely see a hike in the Cascades and a nice home cooked dinner.Report
Taking a brief break from cleaning my House Of Squalor (It had gotten bad; combination of being too busy at work and maybe a little low-level dysthymia/lack of executive function). But I got booted into cleaning mode when a friend from Claremore messaged me and said “Hey, my husband and I want to go to the Heard Nature Center in McKinney and we could pick you up on our way” and I said “Great, that sounds fun!” and then later on I realized – oh no, they might want to use my bathroom before continuing on or sit in the living room for a minute (and anyway: you must pass through the living room and the little hall in the middle of the house before getting to the bathroom anyway).
And I know, I know, people say “we’re not coming to see your house, we’re coming to see YOU but also I feel BAD, like a failure at adulthood, when someone comes over and my house is a mess.
And anyway, I really needed to clean it. For me. I haven’t scrubbed out the tub in a while. (Small old house with only one bathroom; I don’t have a “powder room” I can keep clean for visitors). \
Contemplating getting a pizza tonight if I think my jaw can handle it; I had some minor dental work Wednesday and I’m still sore, partly because they also scanned me for a new anti-tooth-grinding guard and because I have a small jaw, they had a hard time getting a good scan and had to repeat part of it, and that wand is really too big for my mouth.
I suppose I could order it “grandpa style,” like that one joke in an old episode of Bob’s Burgers. Except that would be gross.Report