It’s 6:01am, I’m sitting in the back room having coffee and listening to music. I’ve checked Facebook and still have more replying to do. I’ve gone over what I need to do for the first part of my day. I’ve been awake since 4:45, and I woke up with a particular purpose in mind, which was to go to the gym.
No clothes that I need are clean and ready.
“WELLWHATHEFUCKANDWHY?!” – My first thoughts upon the clothes discovery.
I started up the washing machine and made coffee.
Sweet husband shuffles out of bed, as does sweet child, and all I can think is that I hope they both go back to bed. Mama needs some alone time.
Schedules have shifted, school has started, and I’m having to readjust again.
“DAMN IT. Why can’t everything stay the way I want it when I want it and how I want it and then I’ll find discontents because everything is the same and I want something different?!”
I’m also sharing my very first POP Pilates class with the community this Saturday and I’m excited and terrified. The struggle and anxiety has led to comfort eating. (Where are my emotional eaters at?) I can proudly say, though, that I have not been drinking, and I’ve still maintained an early bedtime.
But really, when I calm down and take a step back, I can be and am proud of a lot. I know that the readjustment will happen and life will flow easily again, and then it won’t, and then it will, and then it won’t. Because, life. It can be an asshole. Just like my child thinks I am because I finished the ice cream last night.
Back to the grind, good people. Have a nice day.