Yes. It’s still Friday. Oh sure, it is just about midnight, but I have vowed to post something new to ye olde blog and that is exactly what I am going to do. Never mind the fact that I have been messing with the space time continuum all week here, there, and everywhere.
What a week! It was good over all, but it felt so long. I had a strong start on Monday, though, and that made all the difference in me surviving a very long week. As opposed to two short weeks in a row. I mean 5 whole school days in a row! Wow! Wait. No. Thing 2 had 5, but Thing 1 only had 4. Plus, as the Mother/Chauffeur, let’s face it, all my weeks are long!
Honestly, this week was a roller coaster. It had me feeling like this on Monday because I finally managed to hit publish.
Tuesday was nice. I made the most amazing tacos for dinner and everyone loved them.
On Wednesday, the rain began.
I was exhausted and couldn’t nap because I am bad at naps. Also, grey rainy days always make me feel so very peckish. Of course, no good ever comes of this.
Thursday was also rainy, but it was an intermittent rain. There were nice little breaks interspersed among the torrential downpours. I had appointments to get to, so I decided to make the most of it.
I was feeling pretty positive on Thursday. I had a positive Parent Teacher interview experience. That is always such a welcome surprise. Thursday was alright.
This was me on Thursday night.
Friday, as usual, arrived just in the nick of time.
My week might best be describes as emotional.
So when I decided that I was going to do as little as possible on Saturday, I most definitely felt like this.
Then I texted my NS BFF and told her I wanted cake.
Because I have a lot of feelings and they are all delicious.
And that is how you write a blog post in 10 minutes.
Now about that cake …
*Full disclosure: This took slightly longer than 10 minutes because Giphy is an internet rabbit hole if ever there was one. Yay, Giphy.
It is Sunday morning and the coffee pot just beeped and as happy as hearing it makes me, I can’t help feeling that yucky sense of dread. Sunday stresses can only be a matter of minutes away.
They don’t always come when expected, mind you. Sometimes they can be held at bay for a really long time. A whole day. A week or two. Rarely longer.
Sometimes on a long weekend they magically disappear. In summer they are practically nonexistent. I love summer.
Or contrariwise they morph into Monday Stresses and no one needs that on a Monday because let’s face it some of us already have major issues with Mondays.
Poor Monday. It gets a bad wrap. It’s just another day. Logically, we all know this, but if the traffic is bad or you forget your morning coffee or there is a pop quiz or the grocery store is out of that awesome bagged salad you so desire and desperately need, chances are it’s going to happen on a Monday.
At the very least, that is how you’ll remember it.
Tuesday is terrific. It’s got it made in the shade with it’s, ‘Yay! I’m Taco Tuesday! Everyone loves tacos. Go ahead and add some guacamole!’ swagger. Everyone loves Tuesday.
Wednesdays are weird. They are either completely wonderful or the worst. It’s all a matter of perspective, I suppose, but some Wednesdays are all Peak Performance, eat all the right things, go for a great walk at lunchtime, skip the chocolate, take the stairs, do one more lap, days. While others are more, what’s for dinner, why didn’t I thaw that, oh shoot I have an appointment, I have to sign how many forms immediately, the bus is late, I might as well just eat that <add your snack of sin here> now anyway because I am already doomed, days.
Thankfully, over the years, I seem to have gotten a handle on Wednesdays. I will them to be wonderful, more often than not. Typically, Brinner*** has its moment to shine during Wednedsay’s dinner hour. So easy and satisfying. Wednesdays, also tend to give me a WHAM! mindworm. If you are a WHAM! fan, I bet you know what I am talking about.
Thursdays. Well, Thursdays have alwaysusually been good. Once upon a time it was “Must See TV” day and who could possibly deny the awesomeness of that? Habits. They really can work in your favour, you know? Plus Thursday is Friday Eve and everyone is excited to welcome Friday back into their lives at the end of a long work week, right?
Friday. You beautiful, happy-making, party all the time, sight for sore eyes, you. Are we ever glad to see you! You make the work week worth it and the school week tolerable. You make the secular among us religious – that’s power – if only for the time it takes to utter the letters T, G, I, and F.
I love Fridays. We always take the time to make Fridays fun. It doesn’t have to be fancy, but there are more Fridays than not, that are Friday Family Fun Nights at Chez Peady. We do enjoy our traditions. Sometimes it’s a movie night or a make-your-own-pizza night or a family game night. Sometimes we just relax and do our own thing, but Friday night is sacred. We try very hard to respect it and not make plans away from our Peady peeps!
Saturdays are best, though. Hands down. Zumba, time to get stuff done around our space, relax. Even laundry feels like less of a burden on Saturdays. Now that’s saying something, because we all know how I feel about laundry. Saturday is the freest day. There’s enough time left in the weekend that even if you have a lazy start to the day you can ramp it up in the afternoon and evening – especially as the warmer weather starts to grace us with it’s presence. The peepers are singing. The air is warm. You can take a late night stroll. Go have some froyo (yo!). Pick out a movie to watch even though bedtime is approaching. On Saturday all bets are off.
Here comes Sunday again. It happens every week. Sigh.
So what can I do to make Sunday less of a bitter pill?
I can take a few minutes and set up my week so that Sunday is just another day, falling in line with the others, with a plan in place most stresses can be minimized. For me, for my Things, for all of us.
I have not been very good at this lately, but the time has come.
Today is Set It Up Sunday.
Today I will make a plan for my week and I will reap the benefits of that basic plan all week long – including next Sunday when I do it all over again.
I have taken a few minutes throughout the day today to set the week – and myself – up for success.
This includes, but is not limited to:
Filling in any and all grown up events for the week on the Mom CPU
Asking Things for any notes from school
Adding any and all remaining school events to the Mom CPU
Thinking about, researching, and then creating a menu for the week
Some of the stress is external due to circumstances beyond my control.
Some is from a pure lack of self control these past couple of months.
I think I am starting to really see my role in it.
Seeing it is never enough, though, is it?
I haven’t been posting because I always assume no one wants to hear me.
Maybe I shouldn’t care.
Can I not care, share, and still be kind?
Can I share the minutia of my life and maybe vent a little to help me on my own journey?
Is it selfish to share the burden or does misery truly love company?
(That saying, by the way, I love it. I always think of it as meaning when a miserable person has company they can be less miserable… and the miserable people can lighten the load of misery and everyone will be better off in the end together, making each other less miserable (Less Miserable is the less popular musical. Oh sure! Yup. It was off off off off off off off off Broadway. It never really found an audience, but I digress …), but I know it really means all the miserable people can be miserable together forever in their misery. How depressing! My way is much better! Plus, if you play your cards right there’s a shot at off off off off off off off off Broadway. So …)
Anyway, I guess I am having a bit of an epiphany (three months late, but whatever).
Maybe this space is really, actually, mine, and I should use it as I see fit regardless of what anyone thinks?
Hobby or not. It’s mine.
I should use it.
Maybe I will.
Maybe I’ll start tomorrow.
It’s only a day away.*
*Thing 2 had a Birthday last week. All she wanted was “Annie”. We watched it last night and I loved it.
Today might be a three post kind of day because I have so many drafts, that I am starting to get anxious about it.
Anxiety at Christmas? You don’t say!
Who doesn’t have a little extra anxiety during the holidays? I don’t think I know a single person, actually.
However, I have vowed to not be that stressed out Mummy. No way. It’s no fun to be told Christmas is nothing but stress. Or worse, to think it. Especially when you have little eyes and ears watching and listening to everything you do and say. It’s simply not true, anyway.
Christmas is a wonderful season of perpetual hope, and if there is one thing I have learned in my years on this planet* it’s that hope floats. It’s always there and you have to hone your hope holding skills throughout your life, because it’s short. Really, really short. Even when it seems long.
Christmas is what you make it. You can make it all about stuff and spending and stress. Sure! Go right ahead. Seriously, fill your boots, but don’t blame your getting caught up in the commercialism on Christmas. Nope. Christmas didn’t make you do that. Santa didn’t point to the most expensive, elaborate, electronics and say, “By the powers of Comet’s Candy Cane, I command you to buy that!”. Not a chance.
Christmas is simple.
Humans make it complicated.
You have to be human, but you don’t have to be pressured into a holiday that stresses you out.
Cool your jets.
Take a breath.
Remember the wonder.
Breathe in the aromas.
Think back to a time when you believed in the magic.
Embrace the simplicity of an old fashioned Christmas, whatever that means to you.
Know that you are not alone.
Everyone is stressin’ a bit.
No one has *everything* done.
Martha Stewart has a team!
We just have each other.
Smile and know that even when people around you seem to have everything under control, there’s always an element of mystery in how the heck things get done.
For instance, we here at Chez Peady have been having the soggiest December I can ever recall and we have also been fighting a wicked cold, so we are very admittedly behind our typical December schedule. All the things that have not yet been done, were put on the back burner while the things that had to be done got done. School concerts, finding the lost trumpet, trumpet practice, finding the right shoes, making sure everyone was where they needed to be on time, getting a bit of shopping done, making sure I talked to my mother as often as possible, getting to a few charity events – even one in my Jammies – these all took precedent over making sure the ornaments were in the perfect place.
It’s life and it’s messy.
Am I freaking out? Nope. Why should I? Why should I waste a single drop of my precious energy freaking out when it will get done, with or without a grown-up tinsel tantrum?
It always has. I have yet to miss a Christmas. *wink*
So, my best advice to you, as Christmas is festively, twinkling up on us, is to take a deep breath and embrace the merriment.
Don’t forget to take care of your own needs, too. You matter! We need you to be at your best**, of course.
This morning I went to Zumba – just so you know I really am practicing what I preach – and I almost jumped for joy when I heard this pop up in the middle of class.
Yes, we did a Hula this morning to Mele Kalikimaka***. It was so fun! Could my Zumba instructorbe any cooler?
So, tell me, what stage of preparedness are you in for the upcoming Holidays?
Are you about ready to be Dasher and flee the scene?
Are you happily a Prancer ready to take on the task and dance your way through your cookie exchange?
Are you feeling Grinch-like and wondering what the heck is the big deal anyway?
Has your inner Ebenezer reared his Scrooge-y grumpiness?
What is your best advice for having a yule that’s cool?
Leave a comment and share your best tips for avoiding tinsel tantrums.
*No, I have never lived on another planet. Though there was that time last winter when it felt like we lived on Hoth.
**But we even like you when you are at your worst.
***Mele Kalikimaka**** has been a month-long mind-worm. Go ahead and ask my chicas! Ukuleles at Christmastime? Oh YES!
****Then there’s this, which I saw on Saturday, but wasn’t blogged out until today, hence the edit! COME ON!! This is hulu-arious! (Day #8) Zucchini is the sweetest doggie!