The air has been so dry lately that my skin feels unbearably dry and itchy. I can already feel the familiar worry creeping in that my eczema might flare up. I’ve been using Eucerin and Vaseline to help lock in moisture, and while they do ease the dryness and take the edge off the itchiness, they’re not a complete fix. Mostly, I’m just doing my best to be mindful and not scratch, knowing that scratching only makes things worse. And then, too much scratching leads to bumps and an eczema flare-up. I have Betamethasone if my eczema flares up.
I cleaned out my beauty drawer. Yes, I have a drawer. I need a home for everything. That’s the picture above, part of my drawer.
Alexis is expecting a book to arrive today, and she’s already come in here twice to talk about it and ask if the mail has come. I need to go to the store later to pick up groceries for dinner tonight and tomorrow, so I planned to grab the mail then. I just checked the USPS site, and it says the package has been delivered to the mailbox. Right on cue, she came running through the house screaming, “It’s been delivered!” I had to explain that it’s not at our front door, just waiting in the mailbox.
On top of all that, she might have an ear infection, so we’ll be taking her to the doctor tomorrow morning to get it checked out.
Karissa steam-cleaned the couch and came to tell me about it. Alex isn’t sure when his classes start yet, or what days and hours they’ll be. I told him to make sure he gets his schedule when he goes to orientation, so he knows what to expect. The kids need a lot of attention today. Within the past hour alone, I’ve seen all three of them at least twice already.
When I go to the store later, I need to pick up my medication. I really hope I remember, because I keep forgetting that I already have a prescription waiting for me at Walmart.
Okay, I should probably head to the store now before it gets too late.
I’m finally back. We went to Walmart, and I forgot that the pollo asada we usually buy is at a different store, so after Walmart, we had to make another stop. Then we picked up Tommy’s medication and grabbed the mail. It took a little longer than expected, but that’s okay.
Lexi is happy; she finally got her book, and she’s reading it now.
I need to start dinner soon. I don’t know why I always feel nervous about when to begin cooking, but it seems to stress me out every time. I’m terrible at timing dinner. More often than not, it ends up being finished way too early, long before Tommy and Kel get home. Other times, I misjudge it completely, and dinner isn’t ready when they walk through the door.
I try to plan it out in my head and adjust the timing, but it never quite works the way I expect. No matter what I do, it feels like I’m always off, either rushing at the end or waiting around with food that’s already done. It’s a small thing, but it somehow manages to turn into this constant little source of anxiety.
We got a new air fryer for dinner, and I really want to test out using both the top and bottom baskets at the same time. Of course, the instruction manual is somewhere in Kel’s desk, and I don’t feel comfortable digging through her things to find it. So if I need help figuring it out, I’ll probably turn to Google or YouTube. There’s always a video for everything these days, and it feels easier than rummaging around and potentially making a mess.
I’m going to put away laundry and then start on dinner. Maybe make myself some hot tea while I’m at it.
