Weekend Belligerence

What happened to restful weekends? If I would have known all I was going to do this past weekend, I think I would've hidden under the covers.

This is what I did:

-Cleaned the whole house, including sweeping, mopping, dusting, bathrooms, etc.
-4 loads of laundry including sheets and rugs
-Balanced the checking account
-Shopped for Halloween costumes
-Went to the grocery store
-Went to the pet store
-Changed out the shower curtain liners in my clawfoot tub, which involved cutting the liners because they come too long
-Cooked
-2 community service projects
-Went to the gym

Somewhere in there, I found time to watch an episode of Project Runway, read Us Weekly and go to dinner with a friend. Bert was out of town, so I stayed at said friend's house - I am such a scaredy cat. We stayed up late and watched "Grand Torino" - it was incredible. Two big thumbs up.

I am exhausted and sore from the gym today. I was actually a little relieved to go to work today so that I could get some rest. And my job is hectic!

Is this adulthood? The loss of the relaxing weekend?

Blues

I'm really upset about something right now. What that is...well, I'm not going to disclose it. What I do want to talk about, though, is how people react when they are upset.

For me, if I am truly upset about something, it becomes all-consuming. I can't talk about anything else. I can't think about anything else. I shut down. If I have to clean, I can't. If I need to work, I can't. Granted, if I'm just simply ticked off, I can continue...but if I am deeply upset by something, I can't. No compartmentalizing here. And lucky for Bert, if I'm upset, he has to hear about it 24-7 until I'm OK. Thank goodness he plays along.

If I'm stressed, I eat. If I'm upset, I don't. I also become super sleepy and lethargic - as in, I can hardly stay awake.

And you can tell that I've been crying because my nose is bright red.

Being sad is hard work. Maybe that's why I get so sleepy.

And I go through the stages. First is either no emotion or lots of crying. Second is assessing the situation. Third is blaming. (I think second and third flip flop based on the situation.) Fourth is accepting what I did wrong. Fifth is trying to make it right. And sixth is moving on, I suppose. And an underlying problem is that I obsess over it. I can't think about anything else. At all.

I am incredibly blessed that most of my life is happy. It's a good thing because being sad is exhausting. I would be interested to know how you function when being upset and also, any and all virtual hugs are welcome! :)

A Glimpse

I'm too busy to be interesting anymore. Alas, between work and 3 different volunteer organizations, I am swamped. And we're completely caught up on Lost, so I've been having withdrawals.

I am obsessed with Olivia. I am not really qualified to offer any parenting advice, so I do what any good aunt would do - spoil. I am always on the lookout for cute clothes and I am helping my sister is whatever creative ways I can. So much fun.

I'm boring, but I'm happy. Pictures to follow after next week's visit with Olivia and Halloween party. I'm pretty pleased with myself for my creative costume idea...

Olivia

She's here! My niece, Olivia Amy L___, arrived at 5:20 p.m. on Saturday, October 10 at 7 lbs. 1 oz. and 18.5 inches long. She is a doll with a head full of dark hair just like her Mama! Mama and baby are doing very well and they expect to be released from the hospital this morning.

Olivia is a name they really liked, and Amy is a family name in Sara's husband Tim's family that has been passed down for at least 4 generations. Olivia is beyond precious.

I'm finally officially Aunt Nisa!

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