Some Days You're Superwoman, Some Days You're Crashgirl

I seem to average four days of enough energy each week, and the remaining days I lack much in the way of spoons. Yesterday was an energy day, which involved getting through four or five loads of laundry, massacring thorny weeds in one of the kitchen garden paths, planting another round of corn and some calendulas, making tea, two loaves of bread, staying on top of the dishes, clean sheets on the bed, childcare, my homework for tomorrow night's writing class, a bit of sewing, and generally being Superwoman.

Today, fortunately, is not an energy-crash day. Despite certain 3' tall people waking up and needing Mummy to come rock them back to sleep at 2am....

To do today: the last two loads of laundry, Squiddle's morning class, picking up meds at the pharmacy, grocery shopping, cleaning the bathroom, bedroom, shower room, touching up the bathroom paint where needed, and baking flapjacks to take to class tomorrow night.

Then tonight I get to watch Quiltcam. And nothing is scheduled for tomorrow except class and possibly baking more flapjacks, so I can have an energy crash day then, if needed!

ETA: Got halfway through the bathroom paint touchup. There's a window of about an hour where the natural light is right to see where the bits needing fixing are. Our "natural light" bulbs are strangely useless in this regard. So the ceiling paint is now done; the wall paint touchup needs to wait until another day.

Not Quite A Dream Deferred...

So when you, at long last, regretfully let go of a dream/wish/hope/what-have-you...

...do you let go of those things you've collected awaiting that maybe-someday?

Or do you say fuckitall and hold onto them for a just little bit longer, waiting to see if they may help fulfill the dream of someone else you know?