Yeah, I run out of literal spoons a lot. I think because I use them to stir the coffee just the once, and then I leave it lying there. And then make another pot of coffee, and I have to get a fresh spoon for the sugar, which I then use to stir the coffee and then I leave it lying there.

Also, how is it that the cleaning is never actually done? I keep feeling like the house is right on the verge of being awesome and clean and done, but it never actually is. And tomorrow I leave (probably, more on that later) but our caravan buddy is sleeping over tonight, and we have a housesitter for the summer, so I need to wash linens in the morning. If I were just leaving for the summer, I'd be content with how the house is. But since someone's moving in, I want it to be habitable, but I just keep seeing more to do. But we leave at 7 in the morning. And it's habitable.

I need to chill.

I think because I use them to stir the coffee just the once

Somewhere, I am being laughed at. I know this.

Also, how is it that the cleaning is never actually done?

The world is cruel.

I use chopsticks to stir my coffee. I have a tall mug that barely fits a spoon, so I stir with some nice lacquered chopsticks that I got somewhere.

Warg. If I could punch insomnia in the face, I would.

The world is cruel.

Truly.

Ok. I am going to do the deeply satisfying thing of crossing off one task that was lingering several pages back in my autofocus notebook, thereby allowing me to make the "all pages are complete up until this point" circle around many X's of pages. And then I am going accept that a few things like cleaning the filter (on the furnace...she's not going to be using the furnace!) are not going to get done, and furthermore, don't need to be done.

And then I am going to take the laundry out that's in the dryer, and take a shower, and go to bed, and read Feast for Crows. I wrote down the stuff that needs to be finished in the morning. I'll be fine.

The big panicky thing is that all my girls are flipping out, right before I leave. There's a love triangle. There's a drunken mom. There's just all this stuff. So we were talking it over tonight and considered having me stay for the summer instead. It would save a ton of money on kennel fees. It would allow me to get a bunch of work done. And I could be there for my girls when they need me. But we would be separated. And he would have to carry a lot of work on his own unexpectedly. And we would have double living expenses. And I don't do very well with sudden changes to plans.

But if I thought I could be helpful, maybe it would be worth it. But I don't know. Maybe the answer will come to me in my sleep. Because otherwise I'm going.

Aww, Steph, it's super late for you!

Chopsticks are totally also an issue for me. I have a compartment for butter knives, big spoons, little spoons, big forks, and little forks. But where do I put the chopsticks? I ask you.

I could use chopsticks to stir my coffee, but I need to get a spoon for the sugar. I need one of those measuring thingies...no wait...I have this awesome spice carousel that lets you take off the spice jar and click it and it dispenses a quarter teaspoon of whatever. Or you can shake it or open it and scoop, however you want to do it. But a quick click does the job for most things. Only, I put stuff like cilantro in it and not, say, salt. OR and here the late night brilliance kicks in, sugar. That would be awesome. I need to do that when I get home. Y'all will remind me in nine weeks, right?

ALL ME ALL THE TIME.

Okay, the laundry finished. Shower and bed.

But where do I put the chopsticks? I ask you.

In your hair?

... what? I have many lovely sets of chopsticks. I use them as hair sticks, because I never have anything at home that I would eat with chopsticks.

Heh. I'm glad someone else linked the spoons conversation to the metaphorical ones. I'm always running out of them. It's code between me and The Girl. "No spoons!" I should totally be able to buy them at IKEA.

Pix, I hope the insurance situation gets sorted out. It sounds really frustrating.

I'm out of spoons AND forks. And yet, I still have plenty of butter knives.

I think I need to purchase more cutlery.