Saturday, March 18, 2017

2017 SOLC Day 18: End of break blues

I could feel it coming on yesterday, like a train spotted in the distance while you stand on the track, feeling the rumble.  

The light rain in the morning changed my plans to walk and garden, so I spent time planning my day's activities.  Major cleaning projects needed to be tackled, as did chauffeuring of the teenager, grocery shopping, baking and cooking.

The teenager had to be dropped off at 830a. As we passed the grocery store on the way, I remarked that I should have planned better and brought my list, so I could shop on the way home.  My son commented that maybe I needed to use my brain power instead.  Taking that as a challenge, I did get groceries after dropping him off, and managed to remember everything I needed for today's menu.

It was still gray and misting when I got home to a quiet house.  After unpacking the groceries, I reheated my coffee and sat down to read for a bit.  I noticed my energy decreasing as my mind wandered from the pages to think about all the unfinished tasks I wanted to accomplish this spring break, and the things that absolutely, positively had to be done this weekend.  

The train had arrived; the end of spring break blues had hit me.

I thought making the cookie dough would cheer me up; baking is usually a meditative process for me.  The kitchen counter needed a good cleaning first, but I used my favorite scented cleaner, which brightened my mood a bit.  I gathered the ingredients and began creaming the sugar and shortening.  So far, so good...until I opened the nearly-full container of flour, and spotted little moving brown bits.  Crap!  Where did they come from?  My baking process was now interrupted by dumping the flour and thoroughly washing the container with hot, soapy water, so I could dry it and replace the flour with a fresh bag.  I got the dough made, but the spell was broken; the bad mood returned.  

Avoidance by napping is a go-to vice, and the couch beckoned.  A half-hour later, I awoke with the urge to go for a walk.  Gray skies accompanied me on the path, illustrating my mood.  I got home and started attacking my pile of shoes and the mess on my vanity.  I got some satisfaction from vacuuming hair balls, dust bunnies and cobwebs; once I detached the wand, I became a dust-seeking machine, even attempting to clean the bathroom ceiling vent.  

Taking a break, I remembered that I still had to call the insurance company to get financial details for my son's upcoming surgery.  For my forty-five minutes, I got the runaround instead; my mood worsened.

Shoes still littered our dressing area, but I realized the dough was chilled enough to bake.  I dove into rolling and cutting eighty shamrock cookies, watching the timer to turn the baking sheets every three and a half minutes.

My husband came home as I was halfway through icing the cookies.  The dressing area was still a mess, and I hadn't started dinner yet.  The end of spring break blues ...bah, humbug!

16 comments:

  1. Oh, a week from now I will be right there, but I know you do not want to hear that my break has just begun. Your post was nicely narrated and your voice came through. Living where I do the only way to keep bugs from my flour is to keep it in the freezer.

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    1. I've never had bugs in the flour before, especially in a plastic container! Thanks for stopping by--hope your break doesn't include any blues at the end!

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  2. We just started break, but I had the same sort of feeling last night. AND I wanted to make cookies, but had no brown sugar, so I lost interest. Happy Saturday!

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    1. You'd think after decades in education, these doldrums would be a thing of the past. Sigh. Have a wonderful break!

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  3. I hear you! I remember that feeling, knowing when I returned that the end rush was coming with much to do at school, too. I hope those shamrock sweets gave you a little boost! Enjoy these two days as much as you can!

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    1. I had a lovely lunch with friends today, so yes, I am feeling a bit better! Still have a lot to do, though...I am one for cramming at the deadline!

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  4. I just started my break, but I know the same day you described will be here all too soon. It happens every time. In the meantime, I will cram in all the "my choice" and "this is great" activities I can, along with a few "glad to have time to help" and "I've got to this house cleaned" days. I have TWO weeks!

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    1. How nice to have a long spring break! I really did do a lot of "my choice" things. I'll have to write about those tomorrow, to end this break on a high note.

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  5. Ah, the trade-off from having the break is that it ends! I enjoyed your mood swings (sorry!) as I go through a similar pattern. I like your descriptions of how cooking and even cleaning cheer you up. Bugs and insurance, not so much. Keep walking!

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    1. Thanks, Fran! Walking does help, and I've taken this break to more or less get back on the exercise bandwagon. I appreciate your comments, glad the swings came through!

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  6. The satisfaction from sweeping up dust bunnies and using a favorite scented soap to lift your mood is exactly what gets us through the annoying life moments. I love how you sliced the sweetness in between the hum drum and bah humbug.

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    1. Thank you, Julieanne! It's the little things that can help or hinder. Hoping the week ends on a much higher note!

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  7. Love the rumble of the train as you wait on the platform. Did you ever get out of the funk? I hate that when nothing you do to comfort yourself works....so the search continues. Sorry that you struggled through the foul mood.
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    1. Thanks, I did get out of the funk today by having a great lunch with friends. Will be cleaning more tonight!

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  8. Those cookies even tastier knowing the narrative. Our lunch even sweeter knowing that it cheered you. Blues-be-gone hugs. Life-is-good love.

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    1. Thanks, JoAnn--be sure to read the next post! Hugs to you, too!

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