Or overextending myself. Not sure. Today I feel terrible. Headachy and hermit-like and discouraged by my lack of doing anything constructive today.
Which is rubbish, because I got out of bed, got dressed, fed children two meals so far (then farmed them out to grandma), took out several tons of recycling from garage and put out to the curb, watered and weeded in the dirt garden, completely re-organized my messed up files on my computer (throwing away old things no longer in use) and eliminated duplicates in my iphoto library.
The glass that is half empty: folding laundry, cleaning kitchen, mucking out refrigerator, cleaning bathroom, letting my spouse know what the plan was for the day (since I was sleeping the sleep of the departed) and writing the great american novel. (Although I have been told that my novel-in-waiting is a "lovely Canadian novel.")
I am chalking this up to one of the steps back days. Two steps forward, right? I am feeling like my real self more days now than I used to, but I am not impervious to the stressors of physical exertion and social interaction. Even pleasant social interaction. With people I really like. Too much fun even without alcohol catches up with me the next day.
It probably doesn't help that my two year old is whiny and has a bad cold that makes her cough like a 70-year-old smoker. Doesn't she know that I am the only one who is allowed to be pathetic and needy?
Quaker, teacher, parent,