...since I posted.
My apologies for that, but life has been a little hairy.
Our family had a huge crisis and the good ole me snuck right in and shut down.
The good news, I only shut down for a couple of days. The rest has been dealing with the crisis and living a life of a little more freedom from the black monster.
I've been cleaning.
Yep, you've read that right! Cleaning!
I'm an eternal slob, just ask my mother and she'll regale you with tales of my childhood messes and slobbobian (her word for me) ways. It had gotten so bad that I didn't even see the point in cleaning at all.
After all, with three kids, it was just going to get dirty again, right? Yeah, that logic doesn't really work when there are three kids who are old enough to clean up after themselves, but instead, because they've seen your laziness (that's what they attribute it to, but I know better) they don't feel the need to do so.
Living in a constant state of messes and dirt has recently stopped being my style. I suddenly want my friends to come over. Most of them won't judge me, but I'm starting to feel embarrassed about the way my house looks.
I want to be able to invite my mother over to dinner, or lunch, or just to sit in the back yard. I want that without the fear of lecture about my housekeeping skills (or lack there of).
I want friends to be able to pop over and come in, despite the crazily barking dog, anytime.
When someone comes over to pick me up, I want them to be able to come in the front door and walk into my kitchen.
I want to be social again. I want it more than anything in the world. I miss that part of me so very much. I'm getting there.
I still have to be cajoled to leave the house a little more than necessary, and too many people in a place still makes me want to turn tail and go home, but I'm working on it.
I'm also learning how to accept help from my friends. Despite the fact that I have lived in an eternal funk, I am always the helper. It was a little piece of me that I refused to let get completely consumed. Honestly, I will never get used to being on the other end, but I'm trying. And I appreciate the friends who are trying to help me.
Overall, I haven't written a post because I didn't know what to say. I thought I was back sliding, but it turns out that I was just having a "normal person" funk. Temporary.
~Kim
P.S. I've started writing another book. This one is non-fiction and I will release details here as the writing progresses. If you're a mother, you'll want to stay tuned....If you're not, it'll still be a fun ride!
Another book? Awesome.
ReplyDeleteYep. It came to me last night while I was chatting with someone. I wrote the full intro and three quarters of the first chapter last night!
ReplyDeleteCompletely different than the series that is cock-blocking me at the moment. :)