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in the airport
Jan. 26th, 2015 01:59 pmSo here I am in MSN, typing on my Surface. No longer am I traveling with the EXTREMELY HEAVY LAPTOP OF DOOOOOM. Instead, I have a svelte, shiny, purple machine with resolution so extreme that I can see all the things, though it is teensy.
Werk is making me crazy. Last week was lots and lots of "please get this done yesterday", which is always annoying. I took all of Friday off so that I could take care of Ox while Downwood was at the dentist. This was a good decision for my mental health, but not such a good thing for my Outlook at work this morning. So much email. So many, many things to do. Eeek.
I didn't get enough done this weekend. I went to Emi's Family Fun Night and took her to her very first Girl Scout meeting. I did a whole bunch of laundry, leveled my GW2 guardian to 80 during their double XP weekend. I painted horses with Emi and had to have a major mental shift when she just wanted to make hers messy and wouldn't let me make them like the beautiful horses I see online. I read books with the kiddos. I hemmed one of my new skirts. I cooked dinner. I snuggled. I re-hennaed my hair. I got packed for this trip.
I didn't make any progress on Emi's quilt. I didn't do all my hemming - I have a dress and another skirt that both need the double-needle treatment. I didn't play any games with the kids. I didn't get anything cleaned up. I didn't catch up on any shows or start any of the DVDs we got for xmas. I didn't get any exercise. I didn't write my xmas thank you notes, get pictures printed, or get the last couple of packages ready to go.
And yet, somehow, this list of things I didn't do has WAY more impact on my self-worth than the things I got done. My expectations are so far out of whack with reality that I should be way more gentle with myself when I don't meet that bar.
It's sucky. I took some Xanax when the pre-trip anxiety started to get to me. It's still getting to me, but since I'm in an airport chair, I can't really give in and be as sad as I feel. Maybe a couple of days where I have quiet time in the evening is what I need. Maybe this trip will be okay. I have pretty clothes packed, a couple good books, and (obviously) a computer, phone, and Kindle. I am sad to be missing the last act of this choreography. I'm sad to not be having dinner with my kids, even when they're making me crazy.
Ugh. Just ugh. We're late boarding, which means that our flight out of Detroit better also be delayed. That layover was short and...yeah. Yay running through airports. Yay.
Werk is making me crazy. Last week was lots and lots of "please get this done yesterday", which is always annoying. I took all of Friday off so that I could take care of Ox while Downwood was at the dentist. This was a good decision for my mental health, but not such a good thing for my Outlook at work this morning. So much email. So many, many things to do. Eeek.
I didn't get enough done this weekend. I went to Emi's Family Fun Night and took her to her very first Girl Scout meeting. I did a whole bunch of laundry, leveled my GW2 guardian to 80 during their double XP weekend. I painted horses with Emi and had to have a major mental shift when she just wanted to make hers messy and wouldn't let me make them like the beautiful horses I see online. I read books with the kiddos. I hemmed one of my new skirts. I cooked dinner. I snuggled. I re-hennaed my hair. I got packed for this trip.
I didn't make any progress on Emi's quilt. I didn't do all my hemming - I have a dress and another skirt that both need the double-needle treatment. I didn't play any games with the kids. I didn't get anything cleaned up. I didn't catch up on any shows or start any of the DVDs we got for xmas. I didn't get any exercise. I didn't write my xmas thank you notes, get pictures printed, or get the last couple of packages ready to go.
And yet, somehow, this list of things I didn't do has WAY more impact on my self-worth than the things I got done. My expectations are so far out of whack with reality that I should be way more gentle with myself when I don't meet that bar.
It's sucky. I took some Xanax when the pre-trip anxiety started to get to me. It's still getting to me, but since I'm in an airport chair, I can't really give in and be as sad as I feel. Maybe a couple of days where I have quiet time in the evening is what I need. Maybe this trip will be okay. I have pretty clothes packed, a couple good books, and (obviously) a computer, phone, and Kindle. I am sad to be missing the last act of this choreography. I'm sad to not be having dinner with my kids, even when they're making me crazy.
Ugh. Just ugh. We're late boarding, which means that our flight out of Detroit better also be delayed. That layover was short and...yeah. Yay running through airports. Yay.
