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And stuff to do before I sleep: 5 tasks before shuteye

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Leslie here!

So it’s nearly 10 p.m, on a Tuesday (and you want me to say “The regular crowd shuffles in” but I’m old and the only regular crowd awake around here are me, the TV people and Sweater Bear, although he’s not all that awake. Milk overdose.

sweater bear

This is the time of night where we start – and by “we” I mean you, because I want you to share in the blame – trying to pass tonight’s chores off until tomorrow when I’m fresher, more awake, and it’s not right now. But I will be strong. I was pretty much 3/5 on the Saturday list. So I’m kinda ambitious,

– Wash my face. I cannot let heredity or the “black don’t crack” myth make me cocky. Gonna look old sometime.

– Put leftovers in plastic containers and not just in the fridge with the giant pan.

– Fold laundry and put whatever that is buzzing in the dryer out of its misery. (I assume it’s some sort of garment.)

– Lay out clothes for the kid we live with so I can have a chance of getting out of here tomorrow in time to go to the 8 a.m. Crossfit class.

– Finally throwing out that coffee I bought a day ago at Dunkin Donuts because I’m not gonna drink it, and the Dunkin is up the street and I can spend $2 on more coffee. It’s not even a thing.

What do you have to do before you go to sleep? Sweet, sweet pretty sleep.


Sometimes you feel like a chef…sometimes you don’t. Like now.

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Just like Momma used to defrost!

This is Leslie, or not-the-crafty twin.

Lynne and I have never claimed to be those complete opposite twins where you can say “She’s the fancy one, and she’s the tomboy” or “She’s the quiet studious one, and she’s the fun-loving snotty one,” also known as the Liz and the Jessica (read some “Sweet Valley High,” why doncha?)

But there is one absolute between us: Lynne is the one who used to buy old damaged furniture just to paint it pretty, and who is making a calendar out of a frame. And Leslie is the one who buys furniture that’s already painted, because why take jobs away from people, and who checks her laptop if she wants to know what day it is, because why take jobs away from laptops?

Lynne made something homemade for dinner tonight. Leslie made a frozen pizza and some noodles out of a package.

And she doesn’t feel bad about it.

Honestly, I’ve made homemade dinner a lot, and Lynne knows her way around frozen veggie sausage. We both do what we have to do. But Lynne is home part-time with baby Alex, when she’s not being a fabulous teaching artist, so her schedule is a lot more regimented usually. Also, she’s the one who painted her own furniture. She’s crazy busy, and her boss is a ten-month-old who doesn’t give her lunch breaks.

While I used to make my own curtains out of sari fabric, all that took was punched holes and some ribbon. And the last several sets of curtains I got were from the Somebody Else Made Them Collection at Target. My schedule is insane, as an entertainment reporter whose day can go literally from dusk till dawn, even though at 41 I sometimes would prefer it be from noon to 5. Today started at 6 when I started answering emails, continued with a phone interview with a soap star, a Skype interview, the writing of two stories and a column, and countless other things I can’t remember. I did watch an episode of “Mad Men” (or three) in my other ear while I was writing.

And I’m still writing, and still scheduling interviews and putting out fires as we speak, before I watch and blog some reality shows.

So when my husband called while I was at the grocery store and said “What’s for dinner?” I felt all warm and Holly Homemaker-like when I happily said “Pizza and some sort of pasta packet!” Because it was gonna take some time to open things and warm them up, and I was happy to do it, because nothing is too good for my man.

Of course, we don’t do that all the time. It’s not healthy to do all the time (it was a gourmet thin-crust pizza that was on my diet), but it’s what I could do tonight. And I don’t feel bad about it.

My Daddy used to tell my mother lovingly that she could make dinner out of newspaper, meaning that she could whip something delicious out of nothing. And I am proud to say that Lynne and I inherited the same gift. Sometimes, necessity is the mother of invention.

And sometimes, it’s the mother of a frozen pizza.

 


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