Yesterday I got to skype with my oldest friend in the world and she said that she checked out my blog to see what was going on and I hadn't posted in a while. Guilty as charged.
It all kinda started with the snow. Snowmageddon, Snowfecta, whatever you want to call it. Like most of the DC area, I was stuck for a week and a half in my house - and it wore me down. Here is a quick summary:
- Day 1 (Friday): Boss wants me to work from home, but look - 4 hour early leave, that means I can quit working at 1.
- Day 2 (Saturday): I can't see anything outside my door. I'll play Beatles Rockband.
- Day 3 (Sunday): I learn my sister doesn't have power. I'll play Beatles Rockband some more. Yay, no work tomorrow.
- Day 4 (Monday): Sister still doesn't have power - she's coming over (her power returns shortly after she arrives). Yay! company. Bake cookies with Allie. Make yummy dinner. yay! another day off tomorrow. [notice that I'm using small letters]
- Day 5 (Tuesday): I'm going to make crepes for breakfast, but sister wants to go home before the next round of snow. I'm running out of diet coke and easy mac. ummm...no work again.
- Day 6 (Wednesday): I'm just going to leave my lights off all day and play sims. I feel pasty. When is OPM posting if we have work. I'm falling behind schedule. I haven't gone behind the driveway in over a week.
- Day 7 (Thursday): They're (my friends/landlords) are making a run for the store - maybe they will stuff me in their trunk - although all I need is diet coke. OMG - civilization (aka grocery store) I need to buy EVERYTHING! G-D-it. Metro isn't running my bus and my car won't drive in this crap. Can't go into work tomorrow! Grrrrr! I'll just have to work from home.
- Day 8 (Friday): Lalala - working from home. This sucks. I miss people. And it's supposed to effing snow this weekend in NC meaning that I won't get to visit my mom for my birthday. Snow can bite it. [End with total meltdown and primal scream that make my friends/landlords run over to see what is wrong]
I think part of it was being stuck in the house reminded me so much of the depression I fell into about 6 months after Chris died. Then I didn't leave the house at all if I didn't have to. I went to work, came home, kept the lights off, put on my pj's and went to bed. It was a lot like that by the end. I ended up abandoning all the work I had done with FlyLady and Weight Watchers (haven't been back there in 4 weeks now - will be going back this next Saturday).
But my attitude is improving. My sister was a lifesaver and convinced me that my birthday deserved sushi at Kawatas and not wallowing at home on a Friday night. And that Saturday I went to Fredricksburg to cook with my friend Susan (that was the first day I drove my car in over 2 weeks) and Sunday was cooking club. Then we had our first full week of work - where I have a window office that lets in sunlight past 5 pm now (Huzzah for longer days). And this weekend I straightened out my house so that some friends could come over and it didn't take all day because I remarkably hadn't let all of FlyLady go to rot. So things are getting better.
So my next goal is to pick up the regular blogging again. If you haven't noticed - it generally falls to the wayside when I feel like crap.
So that is what happened over the past couple of weeks.