Last night I said that I'd "either take the dog on a walk or have him out...then [meditate] or put the focus on Richard, depending on what he needs." I kept to that plan, loosely: Richard and I talked while Ned bounced around with us, then went downstairs to beat things up (Castle Crashers). I tried to decline the beat-em-up so I could meditate, but then Richard explained that it was important to him that I spend time while he's distracted. (The nice thing about four years with someone is that an "explanation" can be as simple as a sad look and a vulnerable tone when asking, for the second time, "Please, honey?") I relented, and we beat things up.
It's another school night for Richard, so I have grand walk-to-the-store plans. I also need to freshen up on my local politicians and send my election ballot in. GoBama.
If I have time, I'll start putting together the wish list my mom asked for. I can work on that with Ned out, or while laundry is going. Either way.
It's going to be a busy weekend:
What people (read: Richard) don't often realize is that having friends over means cleaning. The kitchen, the living room, the dog's room: these are three places that everyone is definitely going to see, whether I want them to or not. The downstairs mess often needs to get picked up and rearranged, too, for comfortable video-gaming. Richard said he'd help out on Friday night and Sunday morning, so I'm in hopes that my frustrations don't have a chance to get the best of me.
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