The Sign Says Stop

On the way to church- Blacksburg, VA- Nov 14, 2010

The Sign Says Stop

So I did. 

That is the short version of my day- Here is the real version.

It was almost a weekend washout-(my "almost" could be considered by some to be inaccurate).

And after such a lovely week.

Once again I lay claim to being a NON-writer -which absolves me from at least my grammatical mishaps-

I have got things in my head today that need to go somewhere.

I woke up overwhelmed. Really overwhelmed.So many jobs to finish, looming holidays, and other stuff. How do you wake up in a panic?  Trying not to beat myself up for waking up anxious, I get up.  Stealing my husbands fleece sweatshirt I head out to do battle  with the ironing.  The dog knew something was up so she stayed in bed with my husband.  There lounging in the sunshine is the pile of shirts and pants -taunting me, "So you think getting rid of me will help abate the oncoming emotional lion?" After an over an hour I was through 12 shirts but did not get the pants done. GRRR.... No matter, my husband was up by then so I made the bed and folded most of the laundry except the socks and undies. I  hurriedly dressed, threw on my face and look for my purse. Back in the bedroom for my shoes I see my sweet husband has folded the rest of the clothes- and done a perfect job.  Deep breath- I need to  calm down and let him know how much I love him.  The clock says 9:53, mass starts at 10.  DAMN too late to walk.  I grab my keys, find my husband  he has made me some tea and says I need to take just a sip. I thank him sheepishly; I am feeling all self conscious about being in unapproachable state. I also say thanks so much for folding the rest of the clothes. I redouble my appreciation level- but know it falls flat.

Anyway, the readings at church today highlighted that you need to get to work even if it seems hopeless and  the end of the world is coming. Lk 21:5-19 . Nice. Thankfully the priest basically said -don't become apathetic and think things are hopeless and don't panic because you are overwhelmed.  Ok then that sounds like a plan.

Back on the home front I have let go (a bit) of the overriding feeling that I am a slug because I am not getting as much done as I think I should. I have also finished the rabble rousing ironing and the laundry on this day of rest - before church no less.

The day progresses with a phone call that leaves me in tears over other things that should not be the way they are. I get a big hug from my poor husband once again. I rally in the afternoon by putting a big dent in one of my photo jobs, ordering a Christmas stuff for my husband,dusting a book shelf, emailing a friend, talking to my parents back in Buffalo and making a plan for the week.    No weekend washouts here.