I fell victim to a crazy week.
Today I am renewing my commitment to getting on with the Plan. (I'm giving it a capital P from now on - it's that important!!)
It's been two weeks of The Workaholic leaving before 6am and getting home around midnight, so single parenting time again.
Although my personal stress really started on Thursday when I had to make cupcakes for The Little Man's 100 Days of School party on Friday. I could have done without the extra task on Thursday evening. Of course my child free Friday was hi jacked by the party at 12 till 1pm, mind you. With pick up at 2:45 (meaning I need to be parked by about 2:20 - the traffic issues continue), my day was pretty well out of my hands.
Saturday was the usual Soccer for The Little Man with the added bonus of The Munchkin's presence. He hates being there, making it a bit of a nightmare for me. The rest of the day was spent referee their many scuffles and doing the washing. No relaxation for me in there!
I worked all day Sunday, till very late, helping an Event Manager friend prepare for her biggest annual conference. It was physically hard but brainless labour. I spent most of my day with my ear buds in listening to Adele, Florence + the Machine, Carly Simon and Heather Nova (I sense a theme). It was a welcome break from my kids and house to be honest! The bad bit was that The Workaholic decided at lunchtime that he really needed to work (I only gave him two weeks notice) so he let the boys run wild. They got EVERY toy out of the boxes sealed up and ready for the bin or the Salvos, from my epic toy cull a few weeks ago. He still does not understand why I got angry when I came in the door at 9.30 to discover said toys strewn throughout the house.
|Just a taste of the mess I came home to.|
Anyway, that was nothing. Monday was a write off because the Munchkin had been so overindulged by Daddy on Sunday (think soft drink, lollies and MacDonald's for dinner) that I could not inflict him on the rest of his Gymbaroo class. Luckily I made this decision early, because by lunchtime I was unable to keep my eyes open or stop vomiting. Not a good day.
Tuesday, I briefly considered doing a make up Gymbaroo class but decided on a trip to the park pre day sleep so he could burn off some of the remaining energy before My friend N dropped off two of her kids for a few hours babysitting after school. Magically all four kids behaved wonderfully and ate their dinner quietly. I made it through the day!
Yesterday and today I have to pick up, feed and look after my Event Manager friend's two kids. I've been looking after them a fair bit this year so we have a good routine and it's not too taxing for me, on a regular week.
This week is not regular. I'm hanging by a thread!
It's the start of a new month. I've realised that this is a big mental factor for my ability cope. We've had such a run of months where we did not have the rent, insurance etc on time, that its like my brain shuts down. This month should not have been stressful. The pay should be in, bills should be paid. It's not and as a consequence, they are not.
I was not expecting the pay to be late. It was not part of the Plan. I did a run to Medicare to claim outstanding money. I feel better with that cash in my wallet. I even spent $10 on some orange PJ's for my orange loving Munchkin and $15 in the $2 shop on assorted items for his birthday at the end of the month. Retail therapy really does help.
Tomorrow is Friday. I have no commitments outside of the promise I made the Little Man this morning of some quality Mummy time after school tomorrow while the Munchkin is still in daycare. It sounds like heaven.
So I am writing this, tidying up and resetting my attitude. Yet again. Back to the Plan!!
I used to deal with being busy and broke so much better than I do now.
So how's your week been?