Today three of the four of us took the day off and did nothing. The one who probably needed the rest, though, was busy.

After sports day yesterday, She Who Must Be Obeyed, our youngest and I took our sunburns and sore legs (from all the standing/and or sitting on low brick walls) and did nothing that was useful. Our oldest, who actually participated in sports day, didn’t get to rest as she planned to attend the festival of one of the high schools she is considering.

I managed to make myself breakfast (long story) and clean my computer and work space (this involves compressed air and vacuum cleaners) and now my computer doesn’t sound like an idling truck.

Some time after that I played a game and watched other people play the same game because I realized I was too lazy to actually play the game. Instead, I caught up on some actual work which involved opening a file I plan to use tomorrow in order to prepare it for tomorrow and discovering I’d already prepared it. I changed the font of one word and saved it and that counts as doing actual work today.

Because I had done actual work, I felt it was no longer necessary to do anything useful and/or feel guilty about not doing it.

She Who Must Be Obeyed did laundry and went shopping leaving me with the instructions to rescue the laundry if it started raining. I promised to attempt to remember and to attempt to notice if anything unusual was happening outdoors. After SWMBO returned I made my lunch (well, part of it; again, long story) and heated some leftovers for the rest.

Somewhere in there I started playing the game again and SWMBO decided to argue with a 10 year old for over an hour (long, long story) and then argue with our oldest when our oldest came home.  (Our oldest fell asleep on her desk and then woke up and argued about the wifi being down.)

(Note to teenagers: snapping at your parents over technical difficulties beyond their control neither inspires nor persuades them to fix the problems.)

Eventually, that fight ended and SWMBO asked what I was having for supper. I asked her what she was preparing so I could decide if it was something I could eat and she said “nothing” The three of us (our oldest, our youngest and I) were on our own because she was tired and/or because three of us (her, our youngest and I) had done nothing all day it wasn’t healthy to eat supper (Something like that; I’m not making that up).

This means, if I understand it, that her arguing with a teenager and a 10 year old for over 2 1/2 hours had worn her out and that it was somehow my fault. (The longest story yet.)

I made my own supper, which I’d probably have had to do anyway (I will tell this story some day) and the girls cobbled together some sandwiches. We’re still not sure if She Who Must Be Obeyed ate.