This has been an interesting weekend. The most bizarre part has been the absolute relief I felt when I had to go to work. That's just weird. Not to mention what it says about my home life that I prefer to be at work rather than at home.
Anyway, I'm ready for the week to start. I am ready to fall on my face because I am so physically exhausted, but it is good to be so exhausted. Tuesday, I helped rearrange the existing stock of flower pots at work. On Wednesday, we received 4 pallets worth of heavy ceramic flower pots. Since unloading those, I feel like a wet noodle on a hot stove. Then I helped merchandise everything.
I spent Friday cleaning & running errands, Saturday at work, then today working in the yard. I'm ready to run away to the nearest spa, ya know?
What makes everything so really exhausting isn't the physical work though. It is how my nephew's soccer is eating in to our lives. How a close friends' almost boyfriend really screwed up to the point I am more than pissed for her. How my sister has been talking to her ex-husband for the 1st time in over 4 years. While there is a certain smugness is knowing that he is on his second divorce & she is acting towards him like he did towards my sister, it does not change the fact that my sister is something of an idiot where the man is concerned. Not that I have much room to talk given my choices, but I guess all I can do is be there & keep asking about how much he has changed/ matured over the past few years. Questions like, has he grown up any at all? pop to my mind where he is concerned.
Oh well, it's dinner time & if I am going to get up tomorrow, I need to go to eat dinner & go to bed. Joyousness. I can not wait until I can move out. I want my own home again. But that is just me.
Steph, I am old, and I have learned two things:1. The only person whose life, emotions, reactions etc. that you can control, or even really affect substantially is your own.
ReplyDelete2.Nobody can make you upset, angry, tired, frustrated, or any of those things without your permission. In essence when we say "He makes me so mad." what we really mean is that "I make me so mad." Nobody can make you mad (or any of that stuff) but you. The only way you'll ever get over being bummed by the activities of others is to decide not to do it any more. It's tough, but it's true.
Let me know by email if you ever got into the water aerobics thing and if you need more exercises.