I’m sure I’ve written before about my tendency to over do it – that’s not a new thing for me. I am, at all times, struggling to figure out whether I want to live life as a person who will sleep when she’s dead or if I want to be one who takes time to smell the proverbial roses. I will bounce from “YES!!! I WILL DO ALL OF THE THINGS!” to “I’m going to sit on the couch with the boys and drink cocoa in my slippers and watch My Girl”. And yet, I know my real happiness lies in being able to tell when I need to be more of one for a few days than the other.
And sometimes I ignore that internal voice that is clearly telling me to slow the fuck down in order to feel like I’m really making progress. A.K.A. last week.
One of my 40 by 40 list items is to make my bedroom beautiful. It’s a thing I’m doing for myself because at almost 40 years old I’ve never had a “put together” bedroom. I would really love to have a soft, comfortable, peaceful space that is my own. One of the things on my “to make the bedroom pretty” list was to paint and it was something that was relatively easy and inexpensive to achieve.
So, into the small space between painting shelf inserts and hanging a TV in the basement rec room and planning activities for a long weekend at my Dad’s, I sandwiched the painting of my bedroom.
I’m crazy, I know. But I mean…LOOOOK. Look at how pretty it is! I loooove the new color! And I love my super warm IKEA down alternative comforter. And my pretty Target quilt. With the Fire Stick I have on my TV across the room and the easy access to the bathroom and kitchen for more tea, I basically never want to leave my room.
Oh, and aside from all of that I made a wreath hanger from some old wire I found in the basement and hung the wreath I got from my nephew’s Cub Scout fund-raiser on the front of the house. And hung Christmas lights. And chaperoned a field trip for Will’s class. And wouldn’t you know it, but last Tuesday as I was moving the last of the furniture back into place I suddenly realized I wasn’t feeling so hot.
MY GOD I WONDER WHY.
So instead of joining The Man’s family for a casual Thanksgiving lunch before heading out-of-town, I stayed at home resting my fever-y eyeballs binge watching Longmire.
God bless him, though, he picked my boys up so that they could have some turkey and a few hours’ worth of breathing germ-free air. I postponed the trip to Dad’s by a day and we drove up Friday morning instead, but I was sick all weekend in a way I haven’t been in years.
I’m happy to report I’m finally feeling much better. Just in time to rake the last of the leaves, fix the lights on the house (they’re hanging a little wonky), make the cookies I didn’t get around to making this past weekend…
KIDDING…kidding. Feeling better just in time to make dinner. 😉