Yesterday I was antsy. All day. I couldn’t calm my mind I couldn’t keep my body from twitching and muscles from cramping. I couldn’t get comfortable.
I recognize now what makes me that way.
I’m over tired.
I’m over committed.
I’m focused on the list of things that I want to get done on the house.
I gave myself permission to NOT do any of those things on my list yesterday. I sent my regrets and backed out of going for burgers at PS2’s house. (which as it turns out was pushed back due to t-ball tourney) I didn’t worry about the empty room or the laundry or the firtch that was lying about. I didn’t move the tv off of the floor or figure out where all the dvd’s and cd’s go that were in the dresser Andrea took with her.
I did water the garden and yards. I did eat Kashi pizza and drink perhaps more than one Mexican Coke and Orange Fanta right out of the bottle. I watched the Thunder whoop it up on the Grizzlies and move ahead to the second round of playoffs. I watched No Strings Attached with Ashton Kutcher. I watched some eps of Mad Men from season 3. I went to bed with my Nook and read until I fell asleep. An hour later I was wide awake with the voices buzzing. I took my last bits of melatonin and crashed out.
Crashed so hard that I didn’t wake up till 10 this morning. Feeling sleepy and sluggish I made some coffee and had a healthy breakfast. I allow myself this time. I allow myself this day to realize I won’t accomplish EVERYTHING. But I’m gearing up to giddy up.
What I (realistically) am going to get done today:
clean sheets. clean room.
Call Lynn for lunch or dinner plans, advice on furniture, perhaps get a piece from her house to hold my tv until I decide what to do.
Big Lots. to check on some things for my impending camping trip
Health food store for more melatonin.
Grocery store with a meal plan**
Put bed frame back together and attach headboard that Andrea gave me.
It’s a lofty list. But I’ve already started some of the cleaning, finished up the last bits with Andrea and got the house key back. Started some laundry…Things are moving.
Happy Monday ya’ll!
**I just saw some photos from Delberts birthday party. I would love to blame it on the long maxidress I was wearing. I cannot. I’m gross. Must. Start. Moving.