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Tough Love from Unexpected Places ~ SOC Sunday

Today is bad.  It’s a very bad pain day for me.  I woke up with my pain level sitting at a steady seven.  For those that don’t know, I judge my pain on a scale of 1-10 that I learned while in the hospital post-wreck.  I learned to judge my pain based on One (1) being my everyday pain level, Ten (10) being the wreck after they picked me up out of the road.

Seven is not good, to be honest.  That’s where it really starts to exceed my ability to cope with it mentally and emotionally.  With help from the hubby this morning, we’ve managed to get it down to about a six, which is still not good, really, but I’ll take it over a seven any day.

I am currently propped up in my chair with my table-desk pulled up to me and myDutch Comforting Mom feet propped up.  Not where I intended to be this morning since we’re supposed to be having a cookout with the kids here today.

Dutch, my constant companion, is squeezed in next to me offering her own brand of love and support.

 

I messaged Mini-Me early this morning and told her that I didn’t think they’d want to come today. My pain level was bad.  I was emotional and ill and couldn’t get around (which is part of what was making me emotional and ill, to be honest).  The house was a mess, I was a mess.

I’m out of everything except ibuprofen, which doesn’t do much for my pain, and lavender oil, which helps when the pain isn’t this bad but doesn’t usually do much if I go over a high five.

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Mini-Me and I on her wedding day

After a while, she called her dad’s phone and he ended up putting her on speaker phone and gave the phone to me.  Apparently, my youngest had some things she wanted to say to me.

Sometimes I forget that she’s not a child anymore.  She’s almost 24 now and just as stubborn as her Mama sometimes.

She told me with all the love she could muster that I’m stubborn and that I’m overdoing it.  That I need to slow down and sit down.  She reminded me that I wasn’t supposed to be able to walk at all with my injuries (one of the first things they told me after assessing the extent of my injuries) and that while they’re so very proud of the fact that I got out of the wheelchair, that they would no less proud of me if I sat my ass down and took it easy sometimes and let them help me.

It hit home, coming from her.

Tough love from my youngest.

I think it’s time for me to take a small step back and let this girl come into her own.  I’ve raised her till now and now she’s trying to show me that she learned something from me. I need to give her the chance to spread her wings and fly.

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About Me · Around The Lair · Holidays & Functions

Happy 4th of July from The Lair!

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Here in the States, it’s the 4th of July and around The Lair, that means food, family, and fireworks!

Draco is working in the office today so that he’ll get to be home tonight, Chicklet is off, The Pain works days…sounds like one of those rare times when all the kids will be here at the same time for a function!

As for most of my day, I’ve got some housework to handle, then I get to start on making sure the food is ready before Mini-Me and Family arrive so that I can spend my evening enjoying my time with family rather than in the kitchen cooking for a change.

On the menu for tonight is Hot Dogs, Hamburgers, Slaw, Baked Beans and Deviled Eggs.  I don’t know about everyone else, but I’m more excited for the food than the fireworks!

I’ll be keeping a close watch on the Furkids tonight for signs of stress as well.  We’re going to keep them inside once we start hearing them getting close and picking up.  They’ve done well with the occasional explosions the last few days (people around here start the party early, lol), but I’ll be watching to make sure they’re ok tonight and I’ll come inside with them and watch the ones The Pain is bringing from the window so that I know they’re handling it ok.  Besides, there are too many mosquitoes out there for me anyway!

I hope that you all have a safe and blessed holiday.  Remember, don’t drink and drive.  Plan for a DD (designated driver) and remember to keep watch on your pets and be considerate of our military members who may suffer from PTSD.  These types of holidays can be particularly stressful for them.

Have a Happy Fourth of July!

 

#SoCS · About Me · Around The Lair · Link-up & Hops · Self-Care

#SoCS ~ Ooooh, Aaaah ~ In Need of Relaxation

Life is stressful, right?  Everyone needs time to unwind and take care of themselves and that’s what Sundays are about for me.  Feeding my soul.

I know most people will say that self-care should happen every day, and it should, but sometimes life gets away from you.  I know it does me, anyway.  That’s why I set aside time on Sundays, if no other day, to practice a little “Loving Myself” self-care.

Normally, I would take a cup of coffee on the front porch to begin my day.  Soaking up some nature is usually a good way to start out for me but ’tis the season of mosquitoes where I live and they seem to think I’m extra tasty, lol.  I’ll sure be glad when we get the porch screened in!  Besides, it’s already nearly in the mid 70’s here, so I think I’ll enjoy the mosquito-free air conditioning this morning.

One thing about my Sundays that made me think of today’s prompt, “Ooooh, Aaaah”, is a hot bath.  Somewhere in my day today, I’ll run a bath as hot as I can stand it, maybe add a little relaxing lavender EO or use my Lavender Bubble Bath and take a long, hot soak.  I can easily burn up 2 hours in a hot bath without even realizing how long I’ve been in there.

Do you have time set aside for self-care?  What are some of your favorite ways to relax after a long week?  Let me know in the comments!

This post has been part of #SoCS (Stream of Consciousness Sunday)

About Me · Around The Lair · Cleaning

The Reality of Being a Housewife

I blog about cleaning and cleaning systems such as The FlyLady, but in the spirit of transparency, I’d like to show you the reality of what my house, particularly my kitchen, often looks like on Friday mornings.  I warn you, it’s not pretty…

In fact, this is what my kitchen looks like this morning.  That’s right, as I type these words, this is what my kitchen currently looks like.  Isn’t it lovely?  These pictures were taken right before I sat down to blog.

You heard me.  I’m writing this in this my spare moments around cleaning because that’s the only way I have time to write.

Why am I showing you this?

Well, because I want you to understand that we all get behind.  For me, this is actually a typical Friday morning for my kitchen.

Sometimes I manage to get the groceries all put away on Thursdays, but more often than not, I have my grown children and  three-year-old grandbaby running loose in my house on Thursday evenings when I get home from the store, we usually eat out on Thursday nights (and to be fair to Draco, this is part of the reason why) and to be completely honest, I’m disabled (and currently sick to boot) and by the time I finish with all the running, it’s usually 5-6 pm and I’m just plain tired and hurting in places most people aren’t aware they even have because of my injuries from two years ago.

I have been reading some of the questions The FlyLady gets asked as well as some over on Clean Mama, another Facebook Page I’m fond of that seems to be loosely based on a similar system to FlyLady’s, and one of the things I see asked over and over goes something like this:

My house (or specific area of the house) is a wreck and I don’t know where to start!

It’s easy to find yourself overwhelmed.  Hell, I still get that feeling once in a while myself, especially on Friday mornings when my kitchen looks like the photos above (or worse, because it has been worse).

The honest truth is, my house is very rarely 100% clean with no tasks that need to be done.  We have six (yes, I said SIX) dogs in the house plus three adults.  Mini-Me and her family are here nearly every other day as well and since they don’t currently have a washer and dryer, they’ve been doing laundry here.  My main rooms (living room, kitchen and bathroom) can look nearly perfect when they get here, but by the time they leave, sometimes you can’t tell I even cleaned anything that day.  It’s called “life happens” in our house and I’ve come to feel that it’s actually a relatively healthy attitude for me to have with my physical limitations.

When the kids and/or grandbaby are here, I don’t worry about the mess that’s being made.  I enjoy my family and time with them.  I don’t jump up and down cleaning constantly.  I don’t complain to them about the messes they’re making.  I just enjoy the time I have with them and worry about the house when they leave (or most often, the next morning).

No, I don’t stick to the FlyLady way, or any other “way” specifically, except my own.  I realized that this was one of the ways I was trapped in my own perfectionism and it was keeping me from enjoying my life.  I came to feel like I was constantly cleaning something.

Now, I have a set rule and the whole family knows.  Leave mom alone on Fridays and Mondays unless it’s an emergency.  Those are my two big cleaning days each week.  Fridays are to recover the house from a busy Thursday and Mondays are my weekly home blessing days so I do an almost full house straighten then to recover from Draco being off some weekends.

I used to let the house bother me, especially on Thursday nights/Friday mornings, but now I have that “life happens” attitude and I don’t let it bother me anymore.

What’s your house’s worst days for being a disaster?  Do you get overwhelmed when it is?  How do you handle it?  Let me know in the comments!  I’d love to hear from you!

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Lots To Get Done

So I’ve spent two days now working on setting up this space.  I’ve also been working on the business in the odd moments when I needed a break from creating a new blog.

While I miss my old blog already, I’m excited for this new space and the possibilities that it represents.

I’m looking forward to filling this space with information, stories about me and my family and everything else that may one day end up filling these pages.

Here’s to new beginnings and possibilities.