As you can imagine, life has been a bit cuckoo lately around casa de WE. But, we're rolling with the punches, and living one deadline to the next.
On Saturday, I decided I was going to take back over my life. Try to get ahead of the game, and be a 'real person' again. Do you ever have those moments when your life gets so crazy and chaotic and full of deadlines - real and of your own creation - that you forget who you are and how to be you? You haven't? Well then you're not crazy. You have? Welcome friend. I love you.
I cleaned my house - for the first time in at least a month. I HATE when my house is dirty. My mother drilled into my head long ago that a clean house is required for a good state of mind. And as nutty as she is, I do believe she is correct! So I cleaned. And it's dirty already, but not to the same level. It can wait until the weekend to be cleaned again. Not nearly as stressful. I planned meals and made a grocery list for Mike. Sunday night, we had a real dinner. REAL DINNER. Again, as crazy as it may sound, real dinner makes me feel like a real person.
Today, I got my oil changed. Only 1000 miles after it was due, but nonetheless I got it changed. And dude at oil change place ruined my zen moment by telling me that my front tires would need replacing soon. I scowled at him. SCOWLED. Because in my head, I was blaming him for almost bald tires and the expense it would take to replace them.
Then I burst out into giggles.
Seriously Jenny? Tires just get worn. For reals. It's okay. And perhaps he's over exaggerating, but whatever, just get your oil changed and move on. Apologizing for my scowl, I sat back down in my chair while the dude just looked at me like I was a nut job. Which hello? I am. I answered my ringing phone to discover my mother was calling because some sister of mine (I'm looking at you Jackie) told her I was stressed. Who, moi? Lady about to lose it because her tires are worn which is clearly someone else's fault?
"Your sister says your stressed. About your dad, and some kind of trivia night and science fair projects and cub scouts and some other stuff. Are you?"
I assured her I indeed had been stressed but I was regaining control. I called Jackie a tattle tale and then after a brief conversation, I returned to my book while waiting on my car. The gentleman glanced my direction (probably because of how hot I looked with my no makeup and wearing workout clothes - booya!) and I said, "my baby sister told on me to my mom!" He laughed and shook his head. "Sisters. What are you gonna do?" He totally had my back. And then he demanded that the dude ringing me up give me five bucks off my oil change because I was having a rough day. And he did!
Breathe in, breathe out. I'm going to be fine. My dad is going to be fine. Life is good. I feel as if I have overused capitals in this post, but clearly, I need to EMPHASIZE SOME THINGS, OK? I mean jeez, step off. :)