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It takes 30-ish days to make a habit, or so they say. So I'm 1/10th of the way in. Yay! And thing.
1) I didn't make any soap, but I did wrap some.
2) Then I took Loiosh into my mom's store (as we try to do every week) so that he and I can keep my nephew Riley occupied for a while. He's a year and a half old now, and my sister still brings him to work with her every day, which is AWESOME.
3) Played Knockdown with Riley, in which he knocks me down (or, well, I pretend to let him) and then I hurt my back. The hurting my back part isn't _usually_ involved, fortunately.
4) But it did curtail my plans for the day. So instead of hauling more stuff in from the old garage, I took a Flexeril and a couple of Advil.
5) Think that doesn't count as a 'thing I got done'? File it under "routine maintenance for Om Shanti Naturals' most valuable business asset", which is _me_.
6) Anyway, it was the only way I was gonna get that gift basket packed up...
7)...and shipped, and I also had to
8) get the car packed for the farmers' market tomorrow.
9) At which point I took a nap (see #5, above).
10) Since the company Christmas party is tomorrow (that's the Frank Jones Trophies/Sporting Goods Christmas party, not the Om Shanti Naturals one,and yes, we know it's January) I did some straightening up around the house
11) And cooked dinner.
12) and possibly most important, I got a shower, so I'm all fresh and clean tomorrow, and can sleep as late as humanly possible before hauling myself out of bed to get to the farmers' market.
Does it still sound kinda self-indulgent? But I've gotta take care of myself first. Selfish? It's hard to fill others' cups, though, when you've let yours run out.
I can't take care of the cats if I'm too sick to get out of bed, I can't go to 12th Night and sell soap when I've got the Titanian Two-Step, and I can't play Knockdown with my nephew when my back is busted.
So I'm taking care of me, so there's enough of me to go around. And if that sounds selfish, well, I hope you don't run out right when someone else really needs you.
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(...possibly I'm having this argument with my mother. Without actually involving her in it. Cos believe me, it's easier this way.)
1) I didn't make any soap, but I did wrap some.
2) Then I took Loiosh into my mom's store (as we try to do every week) so that he and I can keep my nephew Riley occupied for a while. He's a year and a half old now, and my sister still brings him to work with her every day, which is AWESOME.
3) Played Knockdown with Riley, in which he knocks me down (or, well, I pretend to let him) and then I hurt my back. The hurting my back part isn't _usually_ involved, fortunately.
4) But it did curtail my plans for the day. So instead of hauling more stuff in from the old garage, I took a Flexeril and a couple of Advil.
5) Think that doesn't count as a 'thing I got done'? File it under "routine maintenance for Om Shanti Naturals' most valuable business asset", which is _me_.
6) Anyway, it was the only way I was gonna get that gift basket packed up...
7)...and shipped, and I also had to
8) get the car packed for the farmers' market tomorrow.
9) At which point I took a nap (see #5, above).
10) Since the company Christmas party is tomorrow (that's the Frank Jones Trophies/Sporting Goods Christmas party, not the Om Shanti Naturals one,and yes, we know it's January) I did some straightening up around the house
11) And cooked dinner.
12) and possibly most important, I got a shower, so I'm all fresh and clean tomorrow, and can sleep as late as humanly possible before hauling myself out of bed to get to the farmers' market.
Does it still sound kinda self-indulgent? But I've gotta take care of myself first. Selfish? It's hard to fill others' cups, though, when you've let yours run out.
I can't take care of the cats if I'm too sick to get out of bed, I can't go to 12th Night and sell soap when I've got the Titanian Two-Step, and I can't play Knockdown with my nephew when my back is busted.
So I'm taking care of me, so there's enough of me to go around. And if that sounds selfish, well, I hope you don't run out right when someone else really needs you.
--
(...possibly I'm having this argument with my mother. Without actually involving her in it. Cos believe me, it's easier this way.)
