I almost stepped on this today.
Is anyone else in a mood? We’re still on holidays here in Canada until the first week of September but I tell you I’m really getting ready for the routine to return. Every year, every late summer, I find that the lack of UNINTERRUPTED time to myself for even just a couple of hours a day has me feeling very out of sorts.
At around the midpoint of my 40s I felt myself standing at the proverbial fork in the road contemplating my path forward.
These were the questions I asked myself:
So after my little meltdown yesterday the main floor of this house is clean(er).
I think I melted down because I was out for an appointment and some errands and came home to the entire house looking like a landfill. There is only so much of this I can take on a regular basis.. (blah)
The title is a hint.
I’m in a horrible mood. 😡😤😵
I recently downloaded an app to track my cycles. I used to do this on a small paper calendar but I like the convenience of the app in my phone.
Here’s the part I enjoy the most:
Logging my moods.
But me being me I have complaints about this. 😛
Yesterday I spent most of the day doing this.
It was actually kind of relaxing as my partner prepped the old, original doors by sanding them down and puttying the holes and scratches. All I had to do was use a brush and paint the doors with primer.
The Benjamin Moore down the street recommended we use oil primer to seal the old wood properly. The doors are original to the house (1949) and in dire shape. They look ugly too. So this summer, my partner decided to do something about them. He started but then got called away to work so I offered to do the priming.
It’s messy, painting with oil. I turned off the AC and opened all the windows to keep the air flow going, and luckily it was a pleasantly hot rather than oppressively hot day.
I took one break to walk Jasper, beyond that I was busy with the the doors.
At some point in the afternoon the girl child announced she’s going to her friend’s and she’s bringing an overnight bag because it’ll probably turn into a sleepover.
(Doesn’t it always? 🙄 )
Years ago something apparently insignificant happened to me. Since I’ve been thinking about it on and off for years, perhaps it wasn’t so insignificant after all.
I have some thoughts.
I am, after all, a writer and this is a blog and I like to hurl words about my thoughts out into the internet. 🙂
Yes I am. Thank you for noticing. I am home all day. Except when I’m out walking a dog for pay so I can purchase groceries to feed you.
Or when I’m out at the grocery store to purchase food to feed you.
Or when I’m out picking up or dropping off you or your sister for all the numerous sports you guys play.
Or when I have to go to big box store or the mall to shop for things like clothing you outgrow.
Or when I’m out dropping off bags of outgrown clothing from your closet.
Yesterday was a horrible day. Just plain horrible and it got worse as the day progressed. I lost some crucial things I needed, including debit cards and health insurance (they turned up eventually) and ultimately I ended up making the family dinner, and went to bed at 6.
So sue me.