So far this week, I’ve managed to get out of the house twice. Yesterday, I spent the afternoon with my daughter. We dropped her car off at the dealership to get an oil change. Then, in my car, we went to a thrift store, lunch (at a gas station that makes the best subs) and a couple of other stores. We didn’t purchase much of anything, just window shopping like we used to do back when she was little.
I’ve showered, washed my hair in the sink twice, cleaned the kitchen daily, cooked dinner almost every night. I’ve paid some bills, de-cluttered the house, and have written something here on the blog close to every day. I think, I can’t remember.
It’s Thursday, right?
Most of the stuff I’ve done was accomplished by giving myself a mighty push from deep within. Come on, Mer, you got this. Put one foot in front of the other and all of that.
I also snoozed most of my grief groups and pages on Facebook. I don’t need constant reminders that my mom died. I figure that perhaps seeing that stuff every day could be doing more harm than good.
What I really need to do is some yard work. Ugh. It’s been so muggy and rainy that I’ve been putting it off. But today I have no real excuse other than I just don’t wanna.
But it won’t get done by just sitting here, staring at my backyard jungle and feeling this albatross on my back, damn it.
A huge shout out for pain medication, for without it I’d be totally screwed.
Does it seem like there’s always something that needs done or is it just me?
Nah, it’s not just me. Such is life, as my mom used to say.