This morning, I woke up in a funk.
I was tired from a busy Tuesday. I was tired from the drama and discourse of the last week. I was grumpy and really wanted everyone to just leave me alone. (So of course, they needed me even when I was going to the bathroom first thing in the morning. *eye roll*)
To be honest, I milked the feeling for a while. It felt good. I am tired. And it’s been a long week. And Tuesdays always leave me drained. But I also know it’s not good for me to hang there for too long.
So instead of sulking and claiming my right to a tired funk…
I called my mom.
I talked to my kids.
I started to watch and read stuff on Facebook, but that just sent me backwards. So I made myself close that tab and shift my focus again…
I changed the sheets on my bed.
I started a load of laundry.
I folded my girls’ clean clothes.
I played pretend with Tim.
I painted (and let Timmy paint, too) and then took a silly video of Timmy.
I called my Grandpa who’s in a rehab place recovering from open heart surgery. (He’s still having trouble getting good full breaths, so I talked most of the time. I know, I’m a giver. But he was really glad I called.)
I started another batch of apple butter.
I snuggled with Timmy and watched some cartoons.
And now, here it is, just after lunch…and my funk is mostly gone. It does me good to think about someone other than myself. How about you?
PS – There’s a woodpecker on the trees outside my window. They are really interesting birds to watch. I should get myself a pair of binoculars.
