I. Am. So. Tired.
Some big-time house cleaning happened yesterday. Halloween decorations finally came down (don’t judge me). The boys even put in their time by picking things up, vacuuming, and scrubbing down their bathroom. It was a lot of work and I am super tired, but I also feel really good about all the work we got done.
And I was too busy to notice if I felt sad or anxious at all.
Wait, no, that’s not true. I wasn’t anxious because I didn’t have to leave the house for any reason. And I wasn’t depressed because cleaning makes me feel better.
It gives me feelings of accomplishment and hopefulness about the future as well as a sense of control. Like, if my floors are vacuumed I might not be swallowed into a pit of never-ending despair. You know, that thing.
Anyway, I am still really tired. Today will be nice and quiet and I will do a lot of research and writing for my horror/fantasy novel. It is going to be so wonderful.
Until next time…