Me: *acknowledges needing money*
Me: *acknowledges should open commissions*
Me: *acknowledges to do that, needs to make a pricing sheet*
Me: ….ehhhh, maybe tomorrow. *does nothing forever*
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I was reminded this morning, after a lovely yoga, that I haven’t listened to this album for a long, long time.
This was the first time, in weeks, aside from transit to and from work, walks at work, the rare Monday of late that hasn’t been absorbed with appointments, projects, etc, etc, that I had an outing. I met some friends at yoga -
It’s a free class my studio puts on at a local brewery. Then I grabbed a latte, and headed for a facial. It was so amazing. Something I needed so much.
When I got home, all of my happy was completely stomped all over. Its so exhausting having to wear all the hats. I can’t step away ever. I can’t let go ever. If I do, everything comes crashing down. It makes me bitter and resentful. It’s hard not to stay there, mentally. To just keep my chin up sometimes.
I shared that the spring break snuck in there - which I’m not sure ‘snuck’ is the right word, because I don’t think it was a surprise for everyone, just for us, and I say ‘us’ lightly, as I was informed I would need to take care of everything, childcare, etc. so, as ever, I have.
The kids, my dad and I are headed to Cincinnati in the morning. We are hitting the Smale Riverpark, have a hotel with an indoor pool, and it’ll be fun. Then we are meeting my nephew and family at the aquarium to pet penguins and sharks, and I want to be excited, because it think it will be fun, I’m just so tired and feel I’m making motions at this point.
Quick Up and back, I will work Tuesday, have childcare sorted…. Then I’m off Wednesday for dads infusion and have to bring the kids with, which is fine, they can’t go into the actual infusion area though, we will sit in the waiting room, then Thursday, I have child care sorted and will have to work, then Friday I have them solo while working from home. I’m nervous about that because I have actual video confidential appointments and my kids do not give a fig about that shit. So, I’m sure it’ll be great - fake smile.
it’s just a thankless job at this point. Everything. Being a parent. A wife. Homemaker. Truth be told, I feel more appreciation from my patients than I do anything else. Running all over for my dad, making special trips to the grocery to get things for hubs while we will be out of town, extra effort for the kids lunches/career day, it’s all MORE. On top of work, trying to take care of myself, keep friendships alive, and no one ever acknowledges it. It’s expected.
I’m fucking becoming a bitter bitch and I don’t know how to stop it. Like, I’m a fucking happy person. I do not live with a happy person at this point. The kids, if you know kids, they are just bumming about, and oblivious. It’s not intentional on their part, which is par for the course. And I will say hubs did it up for valentines, and I was not expecting that, it was a complete surprise. Outside of that? I can’t even.
The worst part? Everyone I know, who is in a similar situation, feels exactly as I do. Somethings gotta give, and I’m tired of it being me folks. I’m not putting myself on the back burner anymore. I’ve take steps to negate that.
When the kids are out for school and I can, I’m just taking them places by myself.
I’m not waiting anymore for someone else to make plans. I’m just doing that shit myself.
I’m making my needs in the top 5. Why should what I need always be at the bottom of the list? Fuck that. Nope.
I have commitments to myself, to take care of me yes, but also, to show my kids how things SHOULD be. I’m their example and I have to do better.
I’ve been walking again at work. Making the time.
I’ve been making yoga a must - it really is, for my mental health.
I started light lifting again. Some Functional strength training. Because it makes me feel strong and capable.
Let’s not lose ourselves my lovelies xx
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My computer overheated and shut down the day before yesterday. As it restarted it told me "Windows couldn't be loaded". I restarted it again, same thing.
"I'll open and clean it properly, so it doesn't overheat again and then ask my dad to fix my windows." - me, two days ago.
Two days later I still haven't cleaned my computer. But I managed to collect most of my plastic trash I had lying about while mostly just scrolling through tumblr and reddit.
(My dad's a professional computer everything. Maid for everything but for everything computer related but with his own firm that consists of only him.)
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