To level with you truly, I still don't feel like I've fully recouped since moving five months ago.
It goes it spurts, like I'll be feeling really great...school's going well, I'm working out semi-consistently, yada-yada. Then I'll have something like a leaky pipe leading to workers and gaping holes in the ceiling or we will have a guest or we'll move again (ha! let's not do that again for a while.) I don't mean that to sound mean (about the guests that is) I love having my people around me. It's just like we're on vacation too then and it doesn't take much to get me off kilter these days.
Now that we are settled and our home feels much more like home, I had big plan for this week. We're getting ready for another round of guests next week and I have a list of things to do. Needless to say, nothing got done this week. A whole week with not a lot to show for it.
I was having a conversation about my conundrum with a friend yesterday morning and after we hung up I decided I needed to self-prescribe myself some things...several things.
I keep thinking to myself, "after Sophie was born, life was crazy for a couple weeks and then I was good to go...back to routine like normal." I keep waiting for "normal" and it still doesn't feel quite there yet. I'm not patient. I want to know every corner of this town, every shop, every cool hang-out and I want every day to go exactly according to schedule. Doesn't that all sound nice?
Ok but here's the real situation...I came to the realization yesterday that this moving business might very well take a whole year or more to get used to. I want everything now. I don't like waiting. (do I sound bratty?)
But I'm gonna have to wait.
And while I wait I'm going to do my self-prescribed list: give myself some grace, read, tea, nap, get through this school year and do simple school with the kids instead of my preferred project-filled school.
I'm going to eat more donuts.
(ok, so I fit into a pair of jeans that hasn't fit me in a year at least-which is completely miraculous because of my lack of exercise-and I did a victory dance...with Mr. Dunkin.)
Also to add to my Rx form...more baths.
(quiet baths...with no children and The Hunger Games)
Do you need a prescription? Write it up, sistah.