Not Quite Enough Weekend

I am not sure if there is such a thing as enough weekend, but if there is, it surely did not happen here.

Every week, I find myself in a battle of trying to get the house scrubbed, groceries done, meals prepped, papers graded . . . . The list is never ending.

This weekend, I did a marathon baking.  A friend gifted me with a bag of the biggest, fattest lemons I have ever seen, so lemon cherry muffins rolled out of the oven.  Lemon chicken and pasta.  Not to be lemon limited, there was also a batch of espresso chocolate muffins.  ( AAUW ladies, I hope you are in a muffin mood Monday).  Harold was out of cookies and hinted to Jack that he wished I would make some. He got good ol' chocolate chip.  I did find time to walk  the yard with Jack Dear and pick out spots for the pea patches and raised beds.  We figured out where the berry bushes would go.  I squeezed in a workout and a dog washing.  Jack pitched in with laundry, kitchen, and kid help.

Today was going to church, having family dinner in Loco, digging up the berries from the old house and moving them here (should have been done in October), and coming home to a skunky dog.

I gave Huxley a tomato juice bath, though I had to purée a few cans of tomatoes first.  I must have  missed some since there were whole tomatoes trying to clog up the tub.  He had a citrus pet shampoo bath.  He had a bath with my shampoo.  Now?  He doesn't smell much if he is still.  Just don't get him rowdy or the wafting happens.   Somehow, in the chaos of keeping a very unhappy dog covered in tomato from leaping out of the tub, I whacked my forehead on the corner of the counter.  Blood and tears.  Oh, and a few indelicate words.  It really was Lucille Ball moment, though I don't recall any episodes with wet dog hair.


The bathroom has been cleaned.  The dog is dry and very soft since he had one bath yesterday and a multi part one tonight.  I spent the evening with an ice pack.  Jack did the bandaging and graciously got food together, though he did say I looked terrible.

What did not happen?  Grading.  Wine drinking.  Finishing off the disc of Sherlock.

Jack is going to buy groceries for me next week so I have a little more time.  I may move quizzes to Monday so they are not hanging over my head all weekend.  Whatever we do, I am determined to reclaim some us time.  I want to have time to dig in the dirt.  I really want to invite a friend for dinner.  You know, weekend stuff.