I *think* I’m over the hump.
This month has involved multiple 18th birthday parties and my daughter splitting up with her long-time boyfriend and moving to England to art school, all of which was fairly stressful for all parties concerned. It is hard to get things organized when the person leaving has retreated to her cave and spends days crying, but we did it.
The trip to England was a 6 hour whiz in and whiz out for me, made considerably more frantic as we had to wait 1.5 hours for the rental car and I only caught the return flight by a nanosecond – but the school seems to have started well, so that’s positive.
Work is still insane, but I’m getting better at drawing lines – and I got to go to Rome for two days last week (and ate the worst meal I’ve had win a good long while, which was a bit of a surprise. I also stayed in the most hideous hotel I’ve ever seen - think black vinyl floor, one black wall, lime green shag pile carpet….really nasty). I also absconded for a couple of hours for a manicure and pedicure in exchange for some of the overtime I’ve worked recently. I shall do that again. It was utterly delicious!
So now I’m officially declaring a lowering of stress levels – helped by my doctor who has given me beta blockers to deal with migraines, which have also had the effect of lowering my blood pressure. The headaches are better too…
The most stress I had today was realizing almost at the end of a delectable yellow sock that the remaining ball of wool was going to be way too small to produce a second sock of the same dimensions. Aargh. Nothing for it but to pull right back and shorten the leg. I could have kept going and prayed, but you know it just wasn’t worth it. I’m nearly back to where I was a couple of days ago – but that’s ok. Go with the flow and don’t sweat the small socky stuff.
Tomorrow is a half day in the city of Zürich – for boys shooting day. I could spend the free afternoon working, but you know, I rather think I’ll come home and hang out. I may even do a little sewing.
Now that would be something, wouldn’t it?