This week has been a week of finally slowing down and reassessing what needs to be done. For the last two months, we have been none stop house hunting or getting-stuff-together-to-buy-the-house-we-hunted. I have sagged off on a lot of things. Mostly exercise.
I’ve been giving up my days off to house stuff so my hours at home on work days have been dedicated to the stuff I’d usually do on my days off. I can’t just not to do the laundry, or the dishes, or the grocery shopping. I’ve put off sweeping, mopping, cleaning the shower and toilet, giving the dog baths, vacuuming, dying my hair and taking care of the junk mail. And exercising.
There has been no exercising.
And I haven’t been the best at making the healthier food choices.
I know they say, “if it’s important you’ll make time for it,” but sometimes it’s not important enough to make time for.
With our schedules, my husband and I only have one day a week off together. We make it work, but in time like this where we’re coordinating life changing moments, it makes our options extremely limited. We have two mornings where one of us is off all day and the other works that night that we can fold in a bit, but it’s not easy. A month and a half of house hunting once a week doesn’t seem like much, except when it’s the only time off you have. We still have an apartment to run, jobs to do, and we put or lives on hold.
Now that life is no longer on hold, it’s back to scheduling life.
On Friday we did the final inspection and closed on our house. We had a monthly game night scheduled for that night, so we drove across town to the other side of the metroplex to share the good news with my best friend in person.
Yesterday we slept. We gave notice to our apartment complex. I went to work.
Today I had took a full day to start to catch up. Laundry has been done (well, part of it, husband did most of it on his day off yesterday), the dog has had a bath, the floor as been mopped, and I took a couple hours to just stare at the TV and not do anything for the first time in over a month.
Self-care doesn’t always mean workouts, or spa days, or gourmet meals, or a shopping spree.
Sometime self-care means sitting on your butt. Sometimes it means sleeping two months.
For the last two months, I have been running. Emotionally I’ve been on a rollercoaster of excitement, disappointment, supporting my husband, excitement, disappointment, despair, excitement, anxiousness, worry, excitement and finally excitement. I’ve been doing “what has to be done” every day, fielding phone calls for the few moments I’m off the sales floor, arranging getting ready to move as if I’m moving with the threat of it all crashing down at any second…
It’s like I’ve had two full time jobs (actual job and house hunting (and two part-time jobs (my Gateworld.net articles and dog sitting) all at once. I know there are people out there who do this all day every day without getting to regroup after two months and I’ll say it right now: Y’all are hella more powerful and stronger than I am.
I know thing aren’t going to change much now, not until we actually move and get settled in and get into a new routine. But I’m scheduling time for me again.
Today I took a rest day. Tomorrow I’m back to workouts 3-5 days a week with a goal of building up to consistent 6 days week workout schedules.
I’m still unhealthy, I’m still out of shape. I’m still fat. I still want to change.
And I will.
Just in my new house.
This world and internet are full of articles about how you can have it al and do it all. How you should do it all while having it all
.
That’s not always practical.
Sometime something has to give and go on the back burner for the short term.
That is okay.
Allow yourself time to make priorities. Know that menthal health is just as important as physical health. When you have to pick only you know which is the priority. Do what you have to do.
I’ve been giving up my days off to house stuff so my hours at home on work days have been dedicated to the stuff I’d usually do on my days off. I can’t just not to do the laundry, or the dishes, or the grocery shopping. I’ve put off sweeping, mopping, cleaning the shower and toilet, giving the dog baths, vacuuming, dying my hair and taking care of the junk mail. And exercising.
There has been no exercising.
And I haven’t been the best at making the healthier food choices.
I know they say, “if it’s important you’ll make time for it,” but sometimes it’s not important enough to make time for.
With our schedules, my husband and I only have one day a week off together. We make it work, but in time like this where we’re coordinating life changing moments, it makes our options extremely limited. We have two mornings where one of us is off all day and the other works that night that we can fold in a bit, but it’s not easy. A month and a half of house hunting once a week doesn’t seem like much, except when it’s the only time off you have. We still have an apartment to run, jobs to do, and we put or lives on hold.
Now that life is no longer on hold, it’s back to scheduling life.
On Friday we did the final inspection and closed on our house. We had a monthly game night scheduled for that night, so we drove across town to the other side of the metroplex to share the good news with my best friend in person.
Yesterday we slept. We gave notice to our apartment complex. I went to work.
Today I had took a full day to start to catch up. Laundry has been done (well, part of it, husband did most of it on his day off yesterday), the dog has had a bath, the floor as been mopped, and I took a couple hours to just stare at the TV and not do anything for the first time in over a month.
Self-care doesn’t always mean workouts, or spa days, or gourmet meals, or a shopping spree.
Sometime self-care means sitting on your butt. Sometimes it means sleeping two months.
For the last two months, I have been running. Emotionally I’ve been on a rollercoaster of excitement, disappointment, supporting my husband, excitement, disappointment, despair, excitement, anxiousness, worry, excitement and finally excitement. I’ve been doing “what has to be done” every day, fielding phone calls for the few moments I’m off the sales floor, arranging getting ready to move as if I’m moving with the threat of it all crashing down at any second…
It’s like I’ve had two full time jobs (actual job and house hunting (and two part-time jobs (my Gateworld.net articles and dog sitting) all at once. I know there are people out there who do this all day every day without getting to regroup after two months and I’ll say it right now: Y’all are hella more powerful and stronger than I am.
I know thing aren’t going to change much now, not until we actually move and get settled in and get into a new routine. But I’m scheduling time for me again.
Today I took a rest day. Tomorrow I’m back to workouts 3-5 days a week with a goal of building up to consistent 6 days week workout schedules.
I’m still unhealthy, I’m still out of shape. I’m still fat. I still want to change.
And I will.
Just in my new house.
This world and internet are full of articles about how you can have it al and do it all. How you should do it all while having it all
.
That’s not always practical.
Sometime something has to give and go on the back burner for the short term.
That is okay.
Allow yourself time to make priorities. Know that menthal health is just as important as physical health. When you have to pick only you know which is the priority. Do what you have to do.
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