Here I am, back again. feeling much better today, but only slightly more active. I am at least up to watching what I eat (true, I overate on salty pizza with cured meats last night & I was pretty crook this morning - shades of 'I'll never do that again'....).
I feel like I've done sod-all today, but what HAVE I managed to get through?
*Cleaning out puppies
*tidy kitchen
*dress & shower
*accounts
*puppy paperwork
*bill paying
*Christmas list
Not much really, but way more than I was capable of a few days ago. I had high hopes for getting on top of things this weekend, but now Mum is coming tonight & has asked me to help her at KCC Park tomorrow. So tonight & tomorrow are pretty well written off.
I have bitten the bullet, and told my husband that I have a Christmas Budget, and that I want to go through it with him. Could be a really bad move - but I can never tell, I'm hoping that it will be a REALLY good one to show him how far the money doesn't go.
I want to paint miniatures of dogs for the people at the Family 'little' Christmas dinner - Darling Husband (hereafter known as 'DH') will have a go at me for it, but I really want to. I want to paint/draw/anything. Hell, I'd like to write, but I'm so far out of practice that the whole thing seems way too ambitious.
Mum will be at our place soon, and there are some things I must do before she comes - principally clean the hall walls, and the carpet by the shoe cupboard, vacuum and deal with washing. Hmm, that list doesn't look as bad as I expected it to. Over the weekend I really want to clean our bedroom and get the washing back under control. I was doing so well until our daughter got 'sick'. I'm not springing back very well. If I can get through this evenings list, and go the two things over the weekend, then I will be SO happy. It would start next week off on a really positive footing.
Tomorrow is the state election - let's hope Labor can return with a majority this time. I am concerned that being in Cranbourne with Mum may make voting hard for me. I'll just have to be firm. Mum seems determined to talk to me about how I feel about the overdose - and I just can't do it. I don't even want to talk to my friends about my feelings - DH is quite enough. That means that I have to take control of the conversation, and not let her direct it. Just thinking about tomorrow is making me tired.
Look, that's enough . I've got to get on with what has to be done
