So Much for That

As I settled down to read Anya decided she wanted to wake up early from her afternoon nap and scream. It was wonderful. (At this rate I'm going to have to start looking into natural arthritis treatments for all of the moving around required to keep her happy.) So I had to give up on homework to feed Fussy McFusserson. Who is now playing quietly in her bouncy seat. Though for how long that will last I can't say. She'll probably end up taking a short, late nap there if I leave her alone long enough. That's about how she works.

And now it's so late in the day that I need to fold a load of laundry that's wrinkling in the dryer and start on dinner - which will take an hour and a half to cook - before Ryan gets home. It's not like he demands that things be done; I just prefer to be able to enjoy as much time as I can with him without having to do any housework or homework while he's home. Though that doesn't always work out. In which case you usually helps me tackle the chores or takes Anya off of my hands so I can read 50 pages about operating systems in peace. Is that really considered a break? Because, somehow, I feel gypped when my break consists of trying not to drool on my textbook when the contents cause me to doze off.