Resting My Brain

The culminating stress of two eleven year olds who never, never, never stop crapping their pants, a dead mother, a dying father (ok who is "in decline"), the chaos of being a mom, hospice, mom of four, DNRs, LIFE finally made me raise my hand for today and say "I can't do this any more."

So I took a day off.

If you know me, you know that I don't really like taking days off of work if we don't have "plans" with the family. I certainly don't want to take days off when it's busy, when I have tons of projects in mid air and I feel like I am needed to steer - or at least advise in some way.

However, I just needed everything to stop for just one single day.

So after I put the kids on the bus I walked back into the house and didn't go to work. I poured a cup of coffee and pondered the fact that I had just been to the bus stop in the shirt I had slept in, and some very baggy unattractive capris. #NO1CURR as they say on the internets. My shirt had stains but at least I put on a bra AMIRITE?

I'm rife with the internet lingo today.

Yeah, I said rife.

I had a date with my husband, our first in years. We went to lunch to the Genghis Grill and I can't say enough how awesome the food was. I have lunch from leftovers for tomorrow and I kind of can't wait to eat it. We went to see a movie (wow the Martian was crazy good) and spent time talking and doing stuff without our four additional companions.

First time in years.

And now I'm tired. They're all home, and I'm mentally just kind of wiped out and think I'm going to do not much except what is required. I don't know if my batteries are recharged but they are off of zero that's for sure.

No matter what is going on with me, I know for a fact that I'm doing WAY better than this frog.

Perspective is everything.


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Resting My Brain

The culminating stress of two eleven year olds who never, never, never stop crapping their pants, a dead mother, a dying father (ok who is "in decline"), the chaos of being a mom, hospice, mom of four, DNRs, LIFE finally made me raise my hand for today and say "I can't do this any more."

So I took a day off.

If you know me, you know that I don't really like taking days off of work if we don't have "plans" with the family. I certainly don't want to take days off when it's busy, when I have tons of projects in mid air and I feel like I am needed to steer - or at least advise in some way.

However, I just needed everything to stop for just one single day.

So after I put the kids on the bus I walked back into the house and didn't go to work. I poured a cup of coffee and pondered the fact that I had just been to the bus stop in the shirt I had slept in, and some very baggy unattractive capris. #NO1CURR as they say on the internets. My shirt had stains but at least I put on a bra AMIRITE?

I'm rife with the internet lingo today.

Yeah, I said rife.

I had a date with my husband, our first in years. We went to lunch to the Genghis Grill and I can't say enough how awesome the food was. I have lunch from leftovers for tomorrow and I kind of can't wait to eat it. We went to see a movie (wow the Martian was crazy good) and spent time talking and doing stuff without our four additional companions.

First time in years.

And now I'm tired. They're all home, and I'm mentally just kind of wiped out and think I'm going to do not much except what is required. I don't know if my batteries are recharged but they are off of zero that's for sure.

No matter what is going on with me, I know for a fact that I'm doing WAY better than this frog.

Perspective is everything.


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Making Things And Stuff

I always kind of wanted to go to the workshops at Home Depot. I say KIND OF wanted because it was always a cursory want, sort of a "oh that'd be cool oh wait I don't build things" sort of passing fancy.  There was one I always regretted not going to where they built adirondack chairs. I bet that was cool as hell.

So when I kept seeing it pop up on my Facebook about building a storage ottoman I decided maybe I should just go. First of all, to see if my anxiety really had abated and I could just go and do something by myself for no reason at all without feeling panicked and out of place. And secondly, COOL THING TO BUILD. It looked easy, so easy even a Gidge could do it.

So I registered and showed up at 6:30. After five minutes of waiting to find out where to go, I wandered back to flooring and hung out another ten, but several people apologized saying that the person had gotten hung up doing something else. That seems plausible as everyone in a Home Depot apron is fair game to disturb and ask for help. I sat and cruised Facebook and I think I might've been singing along to the piped in tunes without realizing it when they rolled up with the goods.

I was the only person who showed up, and I learned that sometimes if you're the only person who shows up you get to keep the item you learn to make!

I was really amazed at how easy it was to make, and how easy it would be to make a bigger one. This one is made with TWO boxes, but I was thinking FOUR might make a really nice sized coffee table - this one is billed as an ottoman but I am just gonna call it a table.

So my take away was, this was incredibly fun. Ok they shot the picture to make it look bigger, or used the SMALLEST SOFA EVER and shot it FROM the floor. However, I'm not disappointed as it's really a cute piece, it just needs stained I think. I could probably knock that out soon if I could manage not to get water rings on it until them. If that happens - hey maybe decoupage you never know. Is that still a thing? I'm bringing it back if necessary, I tell you that.

Today's accomplishments, made a table, worked out, went to work all day. So far - I'm feeling pretty productive!

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Making Things And Stuff

I always kind of wanted to go to the workshops at Home Depot. I say KIND OF wanted because it was always a cursory want, sort of a "oh that'd be cool oh wait I don't build things" sort of passing fancy.  There was one I always regretted not going to where they built adirondack chairs. I bet that was cool as hell.

So when I kept seeing it pop up on my Facebook about building a storage ottoman I decided maybe I should just go. First of all, to see if my anxiety really had abated and I could just go and do something by myself for no reason at all without feeling panicked and out of place. And secondly, COOL THING TO BUILD. It looked easy, so easy even a Gidge could do it.

So I registered and showed up at 6:30. After five minutes of waiting to find out where to go, I wandered back to flooring and hung out another ten, but several people apologized saying that the person had gotten hung up doing something else. That seems plausible as everyone in a Home Depot apron is fair game to disturb and ask for help. I sat and cruised Facebook and I think I might've been singing along to the piped in tunes without realizing it when they rolled up with the goods.

I was the only person who showed up, and I learned that sometimes if you're the only person who shows up you get to keep the item you learn to make!

I was really amazed at how easy it was to make, and how easy it would be to make a bigger one. This one is made with TWO boxes, but I was thinking FOUR might make a really nice sized coffee table - this one is billed as an ottoman but I am just gonna call it a table.

So my take away was, this was incredibly fun. Ok they shot the picture to make it look bigger, or used the SMALLEST SOFA EVER and shot it FROM the floor. However, I'm not disappointed as it's really a cute piece, it just needs stained I think. I could probably knock that out soon if I could manage not to get water rings on it until them. If that happens - hey maybe decoupage you never know. Is that still a thing? I'm bringing it back if necessary, I tell you that.

Today's accomplishments, made a table, worked out, went to work all day. So far - I'm feeling pretty productive!

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Bath Bomb

I'm still out of town.
But I get to go back home tomorrow.
For three days I've lived a bit like a spoiled teenager, strewing clothes around my room aimlessly, watching shitty tv (I gave up the opportunity to watch TAXI CAB CONFESSIONS to come down here to write, and some skinny dude was talking about how much he likes to hit it with the BIG girls so you know I had something to say). I've also been eating really expensive food on the company expense acct but I'm just telling you that to be a jerk - it isn't relevant.

But tonight, at Mall of America with my boss I wandered into one of my favorite stores - BASIN. I had decided I'd pick up a bath bomb and have a bath tonight before bed (which I've already done thank you it was lovely, I even sat and read some Hollis Gillespie but I digress).

But standing there in the store, I started thinking about bath bombs.

And I wanted one.

A special one.

Usually we buy that sort of treat for ourselves as a get-away, a retreat from the world. Like tonight, I was laying in a luxurious bath of moraccan scents (which apparently means cinnamon) reading a book and just being a sloth.

I wanted a different bath bomb.

A bath bomb of celebration. A bath bomb of the future.

You see, my new house, if it IS my new house, has the most fantastic bathtub I will have ever had in my adult life. All I could think was.......I can take my first bath in my new tub in my NEW HOUSE.....

Bombs Away.

Bath Bomb

I'm still out of town.
But I get to go back home tomorrow.
For three days I've lived a bit like a spoiled teenager, strewing clothes around my room aimlessly, watching shitty tv (I gave up the opportunity to watch TAXI CAB CONFESSIONS to come down here to write, and some skinny dude was talking about how much he likes to hit it with the BIG girls so you know I had something to say). I've also been eating really expensive food on the company expense acct but I'm just telling you that to be a jerk - it isn't relevant.

But tonight, at Mall of America with my boss I wandered into one of my favorite stores - BASIN. I had decided I'd pick up a bath bomb and have a bath tonight before bed (which I've already done thank you it was lovely, I even sat and read some Hollis Gillespie but I digress).

But standing there in the store, I started thinking about bath bombs.

And I wanted one.

A special one.

Usually we buy that sort of treat for ourselves as a get-away, a retreat from the world. Like tonight, I was laying in a luxurious bath of moraccan scents (which apparently means cinnamon) reading a book and just being a sloth.

I wanted a different bath bomb.

A bath bomb of celebration. A bath bomb of the future.

You see, my new house, if it IS my new house, has the most fantastic bathtub I will have ever had in my adult life. All I could think was.......I can take my first bath in my new tub in my NEW HOUSE.....

Bombs Away.