preparation for moving was moving along at a steady clip. we're running behind schedule but it was fine. we were making progress. we've set some goals for ourselves and everything was moving along as planned, and then i got sick. just a cold but sick nonetheless.
my to do list has sat neglected for days. i haven't been making much - despite many projects that need to be completed. i haven't baked anything in days. i hadn't worked out in days. my sleep, not so great either. shawn & i were getting snippy with each other. my sister-in-law is in labor and i was bummed that once she had the baby i wouldn't be able to go visit right away. i've actually cancelled a number of plans for this week/weekend because of my cold. what we had here was a perfect storm.
i threw myself a little pity party. not the mature thing to do, by any stretch of the imagination but i did it anyway. did i feel better afterward? no, not even a little. after a short nap, a short workout and a long shower i did. but no, the pity party didn't help. it never does. i know better and i really hate my tendency to wallow.
so, tomorrow will be better. i'll feel better. shannon will have had her baby and although i won't get to see her, phil and the baby tomorrow, i will soon. i'll make something and soon i'll finish all the half finished projects. and tomorrow i'll feed my bread starter - so i'll have to bake. which always improves my mood.