I really needed to focus on good stuff last week because I was having a crappy week, with the worst of it on that particular day. Thinking about my mindset really helped me get into a better frame of mind.
MH and I had a date night, but had an allergic reaction from the appetizers (we finished our date but it was obviously not as enjoyable as I'd hoped). I soaked in the tub long enough that water went from warm to moderately warm. I had a few friends over for a movie. I got in a small amount of craft time making my mom's requested gift.
I am thinking of making myself a chiropractor appointment. No other specific plans as of yet.
My work has been practicing self-care for me. I was really sick at work one day last week and this week when the opportunity to go on call came up, I got it before anyone else. It's been weird.
I'm knocking out getting cards and gifts in the mail. I'm pretty proud because I'm always a last minute person.
I feel like I haven't really deep cleaned since the craziness started with my father. I tacked the dining room and upstairs landing on Monday. The foyer and library on Tuesday. Also threw up some lights in my front landscaping. Yesterday I got most of the greatroom under control; I'll finish that today* and start on my bedroom tomorrow. With any luck, I'll decorate the house over the weekend. I want to finish a slipcover I'm making for my favorite chair ahead of the holiday. I'm thinking a minimal approach this year- I haven't even started to shop. Gah. DS has nixed the two suggestions I made for gifts- new car audio for his Jeep and a phone upgrade. He's a PITA sometimes.
* Not looking forward to the battle of the breakfront. I have an antique hutch my grandfather made for my grandmother as a wedding present. I like to style it with a few carefully chosen items. DH and DS feel as though they have a skin in this game. DH has a couple of quirky vintage pieces that work for me, but DS wants to fill all the holes with weird crap that needs to live where I don't have to look at it.
No self care as this week has been super crazy. Luckily DH was able to be home overnight. He is flying out again this afternoon back tomorrow afternoon, so I was able to cross off a few errands.
LMAO. I am half way through the breakfront. I came upon an essay DS wrote as a freshman; it's the standard note to an older self writing prompt. He's talking about his life goals at 18.
...my goal was to be an engonear [sic] for the NH&I. OK, so I don't feel like writing anymore so I'm just gonna doodle."
(followed by a stick figure flaming ninja)
I made a copy and tucked it into his lunch. He's going to hate me.