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I took some ‘mental health’ days from work.

I needed to decompress, give myself an attitude adjustment and also go through my son’s room.

Day 1 consisted mostly of watching everything I wanted to see on Netflix. Plus, grocery shopping.

I actually cooked a meal, peeked in on the chaos that is my son’s room and slowly backed out.

It’s so hard to get motivated to begin when you’re not sure just where TO begin. If you’ve ever seen an episode of Hoarders, you might know where I’m coming from. Ok, it’s not THAT bad – but pretty overwhelming.

So Netflix won me back.

Rewind – so, while I was at the grocery store I ran into laundry lady. We chatted for a moment and went our separate ways.

Then, I happened to be in line behind her and her roommate and not a word was shared.

I felt a little hurt. After all, 6 years of 52 weeks seeing her and tipping her and bonding … and no shopping line chatter.

Rare photo of Laundry Lady

I had more of a conversation with the little old lady behind me that I did with my Sunday blog muse.

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I finished Saving Grace. Started the Santa Clarita Diet, finished that. Watched David Brent, Life on the Road and Finding Dory.

Felt guilty for all of that so yesterday cleaned.

I made a tiny dent in my main project (3 garbage bags later) and focused on the house to get my mind off of some of the sentimental items I’d found in ‘the’ room.

It’s still not done. But, I have today and tomorrow off still.

Not sure how much I’ll accomplish, but I will gird my loins and delve in again.

I asked Nic what he wanted to keep, he said to get rid of everything.

I don’t think he realizes some of the things he left behind.

Besides, this is the mom who saved every card he ever gave me, so, no, I’m not tossing things. Except obvious trash.

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It’s also been raining, although, not nearly as much as it has been on the central coast. The devastating photos being shared by my friends in Monterey, Santa Cruz and Carmel are insane!

But, enough that it puts me in ‘just wanna be comfy and relax’ mode. That certainly doesn’t fuel me with the energy to purge and sort through a lifetime.

Excuses, excuses.

But, this is why I needed those mental health days.

The task has been weighing on me, and I can’t stand to know something is needing to be done and hasn’t been.

The OCD in me may win out the lethargy.

We’ll see.

Posted in Motherhood, Musings from the laundromat, Uncategorized

Musings from the Laundromat: Shameless, Pokemon GO & Flight Fear edition.

Jul 17

Posted by debaucherysoup

“I missed you last week!”

That was nice to hear so early in the morning.

It came from my laundry lady. I explained that I had spent last Sunday in the midst of a Netflix binge.

I got hooked on Shameless (U.S. Version) and spent the entire weekend either watching that, or pausing it to speak on the phone with someone special.

Nothing was cleaned – and my son was out-of-town, so I felt pretty much zero guilt.

In fact, I didn’t even go grocery shopping the week and a half he was gone. (Great way to diet – the whole ‘cupboard is bare’ method.)

OK, so some of my hermit mode had to do with my increasingly annoying social anxiety.

We went yesterday and I still felt awkward ‘peopling’. Managed to do it though with him in tow.

Friday we also left the safety of my yard and hunted for Pokemon. Good thing one happened to be in the vacant lot across from us as the further we got from my home, the more anxious I became. The payoff was actually finding one and getting to ‘pet’ it for a photo.

Yes, I look awkward, no my legs don’t usually bend like that, but when your son is saying “lower, lower … Mom, lower”, you contort to facilitate such a photo op.

Back to anxiety.

So! I have an impending flight coming up next month sometime.

I say that so casually, though, even typing it has made my palms start to sweat a little.

I have a MORBID fear of heights – and an even worse fear of flying.

I have no idea how I’m going to make it ON the plane, let alone remain on it with any degree of sanity.

But it’s a worthwhile trip.

I have friends I haven’t seen in over 13 years and that someone I speak with on the phone will be at the airport to collect me.

What a great way to see each other after all this time. Me, shaking, pale, heart pounding, blurred vision. I suppose though, that’s how I would feel even if I wasn’t just on a metal cylindrical airborne object miles above the ground.

And what a great story it would be for the laundromat if I survive the trip no?