…..my plans to go to IL this weekend fell through. T is too ill and cranky for me to stay there. And most of the Y-Blockers won’t even be at the track. 7 hours of sitting in the hot sun and no one to talk to? no.
So, instead, I’ll be cleaning upstairs. I have 3 beds to change linens on. I have Earn’s room to clean (what a MESS!) and things to rearrange so I can finish cleaning out that 3rd bedroom to be remodeled. Vacuum the floors, steps, hall, clean and vac the loo. I need a nap just thinking about it.
I’ll be busy.
It will be a good busy.
I’m actually looking forward to a 3 day weekend home alone. (That just changed. Grandson #6 is coming to stay tonight.)
I got the cat box moved to the basement (thank God! those stinky things) which means I actually have to clean the laundry room too, I cleared off my dining table (I remembered I actually HAD one!), and sorted more clothes so far this week (I really must thin THAT herd again), as well as 3 days of 30 minutes of swimming or some kind of more rigorous exercise. I am not sure what I will be able to do tonight with Homer there.
I’m happy with my mental progress. I never would have thought it would be THIS difficult to make simple decisions. But I am getting better. I am doing things instead of looking at them, feeling overwhelmed and NOT doing them.
The anniversaries of the things Nick/we did is a bit daunting right now.
But I will get through this.