TODAY IS THE DAY MY ALARM WAKES ME UP? TODAY?
Actually get up. Stick on some laundry and clean the bathroom.
Catch up on some YouTube, put the laundry on the line. This is probably the first day this year that I’m pretty confident it won’t rain. Usually I hang it out, then bolt outside when the heavens open. You’ve got to take excitement where you can get it these days…
Go to a hardware store with Mum and Nan. They need cabinets and flowers. I need batteries and growbags… and someone to lift the growbags.
Jesus, that was stressful. All those people in one big room? The creeping desire to buy more succulents? The sheer variety of tomato plants on offer? Also, I used to work at the store and it’s odd going back. I left almost exactly two years ago, which feels like a thousand years. I’m sort of glad that between the mask and my sunglasses, there’s no chance of anyone recognising me. The staff were the best part of the job, but I was hovering on the edge of a breakdown during the last months I was there and then we had a pandemic, so I’m not sure if I have the energy for a catch up.
We hang out at my nan’s to recover. I make some notes for the Do Something Directory, because there’s nothing like a Sunday afternoon on a sofa to inspire a brainwave. (Brain, please, reserve your ideas for, I don’t know, Wednesday afternoon?)
Mum drops me and the growbags off. I can carry them but not lift them. Give me eight more years of Pilates and I reckon I’ll get there.
Officially I don’t work on Sundays, but tomorrow’s a bank holiday and I didn’t work yesterday, also there were those notes for the Do Something Directory
also I am not great at letting myself relax so I edit this post.
Half arse some hoovering. I quite like doing housework on a Sunday. I like feeling like I’ve gotten rid of the old week and prepared for the new one. Nurse my stomach ache and watch Maggie’s seminar.
Feel all right. Have some dinner. Feel all right – ahh no. Does anyone want to swap bodies? Rewatch Ghosts. It is hard to be in a bad mood when you’re watching Ghosts.
So how was it? Reading it back, I’m surprised my week wasn’t more chaotic – it always takes me a while to find a routine after I’ve finished a big project. I didn’t really do any promotion for my work on social media, because I’ve been taking a break from the washing machine of #contentcreation. I was expecting to read more, but I got caught up in the Do Something Directory. I’ll figure out the best way to organise my day eventually. Probably.
The other unusual thing about the week was that I was in more-than-expected levels of pain. You can go weeks or months feeling normal, and one little thing will spark off a week of moderate to severe discomfort. I’m not too bad today, writing this up. I don’t feel too bad mental health-wise, either. I think I’m probably just tired. The last couple of years have been strange. Oh, that dress came – I think it might be more of a winter dress than I realised, but for the price of postage I don’t mind.
Let me know if you’d like to see another one of these down the road, and look after yourselves!
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