7 January 2021
Jan. 7th, 2021 12:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
morgynleriI have a proof-of-concept on underwear that I can wear without a pad for my periods. I have a week before I can test it, but I have it. (I'll still need pads this month, but if the proof of concept works, I make a bunch and I'll never have to use pads again, just pull on my underwear.) I contemplated doing more sewing today, but balked, so not enough spoons for that and I'm not going to push myself on that.
I was going to do cooking today, but I am more out of spoons than I thought, and dad has things this afternoon enough that my brain is going "but there is no space in there for me to ask for help cooking" even though there is. Because ADHD brain.
I got my dishwasher empty, at least, and I counted the number of rings for my jars, and I at least have enough of them to deal with the salmon that is baking that is the only part of the cooking that got done. I can leave the rest to wash later or possibly tomorrow morning.
I brought half my laundry up. I forgot to get the load out of the dryer. So I will have to fetch that when I take my bin of jars downstairs and package up baked salmon for freezing. None of it is getting actually put away, and the only piece that will go where it needs to go is the freshly laundered quilt.
My mother's parents are dead to me at this point. Not just not talking to them. They expressed no concern at all about yesterday's violence, and in fact, he just told mother that she had nothing to worry about. I. Let's just say my brain went "well fuck, my mother's parents are Nazis". And yeah. I already didn't want to talk to them, but at this point. Just fuck no. Good to know where they stand, and fuck them entirely.
And five things makes a post, I'm going to go tell my phone to shut up with the alarm and take the bin of jars downstairs.
I was going to do cooking today, but I am more out of spoons than I thought, and dad has things this afternoon enough that my brain is going "but there is no space in there for me to ask for help cooking" even though there is. Because ADHD brain.
I got my dishwasher empty, at least, and I counted the number of rings for my jars, and I at least have enough of them to deal with the salmon that is baking that is the only part of the cooking that got done. I can leave the rest to wash later or possibly tomorrow morning.
I brought half my laundry up. I forgot to get the load out of the dryer. So I will have to fetch that when I take my bin of jars downstairs and package up baked salmon for freezing. None of it is getting actually put away, and the only piece that will go where it needs to go is the freshly laundered quilt.
My mother's parents are dead to me at this point. Not just not talking to them. They expressed no concern at all about yesterday's violence, and in fact, he just told mother that she had nothing to worry about. I. Let's just say my brain went "well fuck, my mother's parents are Nazis". And yeah. I already didn't want to talk to them, but at this point. Just fuck no. Good to know where they stand, and fuck them entirely.
And five things makes a post, I'm going to go tell my phone to shut up with the alarm and take the bin of jars downstairs.