I'm trying to give mom an idea of what to do this morning, but she doesn't seem to be getting it.
She didn't get as much done as she wanted yesterday, but that might have been due to the fact that Auntie gave her this great desk. Which mom disassembled, carted over to the car, loaded the car, then carted it into the house. Then mom took PlusOne to cello and did forms with Mr. Karate. Mom was pooped after that.
That and the fact that Mom and PlusOne BOTH got their stripes in their exam yesterday. One of mom's teachers told her "You're thinking too much!" after she ran her form. And he was right. Mom wanted to thud her head into the wall after she was done. Sheesh. You would think she would WANT to rest. But oh no, she wants to paint her new sewing desk and bureau, then paint the floor, then put together the awesome desk Auntie gave her. Not to much for a Sunday, huh?