Like my tweezers.
And the sewing machine.
In case I forgot to tell you, going back over to the house is something that I have been studiously trying to avoid because the resulting emotional meltdown, dehydration from so much tear loss, and hangover headache are just too much for this poor old broken down spinster to bear.
But today I decided to be a big girl and I went in, did a quick check of each room, watered the plants, grabbed the items, and got out of there with nary a sniffle. I made mental notes of all of the work that needs to be done, lists of who I need to call to come do this or that, and plans for what might go where once I get to the point when I'm able to finally tackle getting it cleaned out and the door closed for the last time.
I got "home" to CS2, carted the crap up the steps, and was just thinking "Gee, that was very adult of me to stop and do that little chore" when the meltdown came at me fast and furious.
So I sat down with my tweezers and the sewing machine and my purse, right in the middle of the living room floor, and sobbed myself right into a full blown sniveling mess that got all over the front of my old lady big top.
I normally eat an ice cream cone after these meltdowns, but today I washed my face, put my pajamas on, and crawled into bed with Stewey's baby blanket and hiccupped myself to sleep for a four hour nap.
What we've got here, folks, is a perfect storm of physical, mental, and emotional upheaval. And when you consider the face that I wasn't exactly smart, strong, or sane to begin with, it's no wonder we need a bigger boat. I think my thyroid and hormone levels are all jacked up, I know my kidneys are limping, and to top it off I think I am finally moving from the vestibule to to anteroom of menopausal hell. All I need are boils and locusts and the tableau will be complete.
The windows are open and there is a lovely breeze, and I am in the Happy Chair listening to the children in the pool below playing. There seems to be a little girl hollering for somebody to be her champion, but the two little boys she's hollering at want to be ninja xmen super turtles or something instead.
Keep hollering, honey. Life is one big fat quest to find yourself a champion.
TeeVee and stitching tonight and then much the same tomorrow. If I can, I'm going to try to finish the studio, but if it doesn't get done until next week that's OK too.
Here's hoping that your weekend is turning out swell and that there are no meltdowns in sight!