Friday: I woke up at three a.m. My right arm was just a mass of burning, stinging pain, going from my middle and ring finger, up my wrist, arm, and elbow. Making a fist was an effort. The fingers were stinging and tingling like they'd fallen asleep, but unlike when they fall asleep, I could still feel it if I poked them. I got out of bed around three-thirty, as lying there very still wasn't doing anything. I took some ibuprofin, turned on the computer, and just waited for it to dissipate.
I know I had planned that when I woke up, I'd get up and start my day, but three-thirty am was just too early. Plus, my arm wasn't in the best shape to start doing dishes or anything like that. I don't really remember what I did; I know I went to Facebook, and logged into the chat portion of my game, hoping someone would be on who could offer sympathy. I also looked up my doctor's information again, so I could call and schedule an appointment.
My brain was still tired from Thursday. My body was still tired. I couldn't make the effort. Around five am, I crawled back into bed, hoping I could get another hour of sleep before having to get up. I don't think I actually slept. When the alarm went off, my body felt like lead. Matt got up, washed the pans, put away the fryer, and made chili for lunch. I could barely pull myself out of bed, get dressed, and put my shoes on. Luckily, with the coffee already programmed, I could get that on my way out the door. The coffee was working on me by the time I got to work, which was good, as I was asked to start an hour early. I asked to wait until after 8, so I could make my doctor's appointment.
I got a rude surprise: after fighting the IVR and finally getting a live person, I found out that not only did my doctor MOVE, his hours are now totally while I'm at work. I can't afford to lose time from work to see the doctor, so that's his final straw. It's time to start researching doctors again. Luckily, the arm settled down during the day, and I was actually functional.
We went to Ikea after work, to get a new end table for the den so I can have my plastic storage drawers back. Dinner there. We also went to Office Max, where I got a binder pocket for my control journal, more Tul pens as the last ones I bought were running out, and the Tul mechanical pencils I've been lusting after for years. Yes, I am an office supply nerd.
When we got home, I don't really remember what we did. I think I may have organized the morning dishes and at least wiped out the sink. Started the dishwasher. Shower, and bed.
Saturday morning, I got up, and no, did not get dressed to shoes. I hadn't set out my clothing, and I wasn't sure what I was going to wear to the movies, so I figured shoes could wait. I did at least put on a bra tank top and some shorts. I washed the dishes, emptied the dishwasher and started laundry. By then, Matt was up...and I talked him into making waffles. I clipped last week's coupons while he was waffling, getting them into the organizer. The coupon organizer is now in the tray by the microwave (the book goes into the bedroom now), as well as a pair of scissors I got as part of a homemade sewing kit when I was less than 10 years old. We ate breakfast at the table, washed those dishes, then got ready and went to the movies (Cowboys and Aliens).
After the movies, we went to the Habitat for Humanity ReStore, looking for shelves for the medicine cabinet. When we were moving, we noticed the cabinet had no shelves. We tried to take the shelves from the old house, but they didn't quite fit (which we found odd, given that the houses were built at the same time by the same builders). I'd remembered a big stack of shelves one of the last times we went there (like, over a year ago), but this time, no shelves. The cabinets they had for sale didn't have shelves, either! So, that was fruitless. There was a nice couch set there, but no price on it, so it was probably already sold, and we couldn't have afforded it this week anyway. A stop at WalMart, where I got some small canning jars on clearance (to use for lotions and other assorted bath stuffs), and we came home.
Matt built the new end table, which is actually a nightstand. The eventual plan is store a few microfiber cloths, a can of the Pledge multisurface spray, the cat brushes and the cat nail clippers in the top drawer. I searched online for replacement shelves, only finding one place that sells them, and they're not the right kind. The new plan is to visit a hobby store and look for balsa wood we can cut to size.
I really want those shelves. Having shelves in there would get all the pills and other medicine stuff off the counter and reduce a lot of the clutter, making the morning swipe a lot easier (Once I get to that stage of the cleaning--it's BabyStep 24).
We made pizza for dinner, and ate in the den while watching some things we'd recorded. One thing with the evening routines, we don't watch as much television as we used to. Well, the routines and Matt's new video game. He's more interested in playing that than watching something. We eat at the table most nights instead of in the den. But Saturday night, we ate in the den, and when we were done, I just shuffled into bed.
Sunday: I woke up thinking about all the things I didn't do Saturday. I didn't finish the laundry. I didn't do the dishes or shine the sink. I didn't shower. I didn't, I didn't, I didn't. Those would be the negative thoughts creeping in, the ones telling me I never finish what I start, that I burn out, I lose interest, I flit around from project to project like a drunken bumblebee. The voices reminding me of my past failures, that I won't ever amount to anything because I can never finish anything.
I got up. I did the dishes. I took the laundry from the drier into the bedroom and put the laundry in the washer into the dryer. I wiped down the counters; I made coffee. I got the newspaper from outside, got the coupons from it, and put the rest in the recycle bin. I went through the coupons, clipped the ones I wanted, put them in the organizer, and put the scraps in the recycle bin. I could tell my negative voices things...or I could show them. Actions speaking louder than words. They. Would. Not. Win.
I'm on day 8 of BabySteps. The day I officially create my Control Journal. I'm pleased with it: a purple 3-ring binder, just a plain, Avery 3-ring binder, with 5-Star reinforced 3-hole paper, a sheet protector in the front for my calendar, and the purple-and-black binder pocket, with purple-handled scissors in the big zippered pocket, one of the Tul pens and one of the Tul pencils in the pencil loops, and an eraser and purple paperclips in the small mesh zippered pocket (yes, I like purple! My new water bottle is ALSO purple!). It's kind of like prepping for back-to-school, which I can tell you, is a lot more fun on the student side than it is on the office supply retailer side. Imagine that!
Tomorrow is Day 9: Declutter a few minutes at a time. She calls it a Five-Minute Room Rescue, and it's added to the morning routine.
- Spend just 5 minutes clearing a path in your worst room. You know this area of your home: the place you would never allow anyone to see. Just 5 minutes a day for the next 27 days and you will have a place that you can be proud to take anyone!
That's kind of a toughie. Right now, though, the worst room is either the office or my craft room. The office can't really be touched until Matt gets his shelving unit (next weekend, maybe), but I can work on the secondary desk. I think that will be it. Desk clean-up, five minutes at a time.
Now to do my evening routine, and start Monday fresh.