Where is my phone? I need to charge it. I receive one phone call a month on average (and it’s usually telemarketing) but I need my phone.
Why is my phone hidden at the bottom of the diaper stack?
Should I shave my legs or be patient and let it grow out to wax as usual?
That is so shallow. Why am I even considering body grooming at this stage? It’s hardly a priority… or is it?
How many loads of laundry can I do in a row before my head start spinning like the machine?
I need to cut my nails.
I need a bubble tea. Scratch that—no bubble tea here. Okay, coffee, then.
Eh, if I buy tapioca balls, could I make my own bubble tea?
Oh cool, I got a cheque from a client! Need to go to the bank. What’s my PIN code already? Wait, where is my business bank card?
Why am I awake? On the first day, we went to bed at 3 a.m. and woke up at 7 a.m. Today, I slept at 1:30 a.m. and we were up at 4:30 a.m.
I am blaming Mark. He had an extra thirty minutes of sleep. Apparently, it makes all the difference—he wants to play football. I just want to lie in bed and from the look of them, so do Feng and my mother-in-law.
Mark can throw it up against a wall.
No, Mark! NOT the window!
I’m in pain. Note to self—there is no comfortable sitting position in a plane.
Eh, Windows is complaining that it hasn’t been updated in 30 days! Sorry Windows, you’re not a priority. Shut up.
So, ahem… what are my priorities?
Anything stronger than coffee for sale legally around here?
Probably not. I want whatever Mark had, he is full of energy. And he slept for two hours top during the 13-hour-long flight.
The sunrise this morning was beautiful. I guess I see one sunrise a year (usually when I’m jetlagged) so they are special to me.
Still, would have slept longer.
Okay, I realize I’m getting little sympathy here. Poor girl, been travelling and complaining about going home…!
It’s just that… there is so much to do.
I don’t even know where to start.
Okay, let’s make a list.
Oh, I already have one. Crap. I made it before we left. “To do in October.” What was I thinking? Being organized sucks. It’s like me laughing at myself—ah, ah, you will be jet-lagged; here are your chores!
The laundry is more or less under control, at least for Mark and I. Basic grocery shopping is done. I finally mailed the two little souvenirs to the winners of the “guess where we are going!” contest (I didn’t trust the Chinese mail service). I caught up with my emails and paid my credit card.
And now, what?
Back to work, I guess. As a freelancer, it means reconnecting with my clients. It hasn’t been that long, yet five weeks is a long time in business.
Meanwhile, I have to keep Mark busy and it’s not fun. It’s cold and damp outside, I can’t really take him to the playground and it’s too chilly for a long walk.
I don’t have a plan.