This morning, I woke up, and I actually felt rested. Kind of sort of rested. At 7am, no less.
Glory be.
Which, let me tell you. It's about time. After spending nearly my entire weekend in my pajamas, in my house, and feeling slightly ill and/or utterly exhausted, it's about damn* time I start feeling rested. On Sunday afternoon I stood in the middle of the kitchen in my pajamas, completely at a loss, asking myself, "...what exactly is it that normal people eat for dinner?"
All I could come up with were pasta and nachos. Which just reinforced to me a thousand times over that it was clearly time to lay low for awhile.
After the move, and our Walden excursion to Timp Lodge, I proceeded to have some weird stomach thing. On my birthday, of course. This, shortly after my ear infection which popped up the weekend before we moved. And the weird foot injury that showed up out of nowhere a couple days after that (also just a couple days before we moved).
And then, I got to thinking. When was the last time I wasn't drowning in responsibilities? And I think it was March. Or maybe the end of February. Just before I began teaching at Walden. (Don't worry, post with details about that job coming soon.) I have seriously been running like mad ever since. Maybe I'll write a post with details about how things have been since then. Mostly fun, but totally busy crazy.
Thank goodness things seem to be slowing down just a tiny bit. Parent teacher conferences today and tomorrow, general conference this weekend, (and a birthday sleepover, to make up for being sick on my birthday) and then things should be pretty normal, hopefully. Who knows, maybe I will be able to devote more time to things like unpacking boxes! Such excitement!
Also, as noted above, a couple days ago was october 1st, which marks the first day of me not being on my mother's health insurance. This (at the moment) has me feeling somewhat orphaned (i don't know why i wasn't expecting that), though i anticipate that the orphaned feeling will develop into more of a feeling of independence. i mean, at age 26 i am legally allowed to do anything any other adult can do (rent cars, drink, etc.), which is a little crazy to think about.
*I also seem to have recently picked up the habit of swearing like a sailor, which is loads of fun. believe me.
