|We have a Rainbow Fairy & a Pirate this year.|
By 8 PM though, we were shot. We walked home, put the girls to bed and collapsed on the couch. Big was supposed to go to CCD at 8:30, but I couldn't get her to wake up. I could've forced the issue w/her, but I could see she was in the middle of a dream. I decided she needed sleep more than religion that morning. The fact that my whole body felt like it had been run over might have contributed to that decision. The short version; I overdid it and spent my Sunday in bed. More details? I used up most of my spoons for the week. Sadly, quite a few things like dentist & doctor visits had been pushed to this week bc we were so busy leading up to the event.
We made our appointments, but lets just say I wasn't winning any beauty contests this week. Sweats and baseball hats were the wardrobe rule, and anything I could schedule out, (working in classrooms,) walking in the morning, grocery shopping, cooking diner, etc...was put off. I did not win any domestic medals this week. I need to remember to pad my week after events like this. I tend to get burned by this kind of stuff. You'd think I'd remember, but it's like my brain loses those part of the memories. We survived. The house, laundry and food situation could be better. But honestly, they've been worse, (not that I'm proud of that).
I started to write this post on Wednesday of this week. It was supposed to be about what a mess I was this week. And I was, a mess. But now that I'm at the next weekend, I'm actually able to be more objective about it. Yeah, no one is putting the merits of my domestic skills in a magazine. But I got the stuff done, I had to. I listened to my body and rested when I could. And I had enough stuff in the freezer and with leftovers that we, (Daddy,) made a decent dinner for all each night. So instead of being a train wreak, maybe I'm just a car accident? (KNOCK ON WOOD!) I guess that's progress, right?