Well, this has been one killer week. Book-ended by 2 winter storms that added about 6 inches of snow to the 30 inches we already had on the ground plus about an inch or 2 of ice in between. Each day this week has been about survival to the next day – at least mentally.
This evening The Oracle and I had planned a date night that was to include just one activity – seeing The King’s Speech (what…you were expecting something else? A lady never kisses and tells…). The mind was wiling....the body was weak. Pulled into our driveway and we both decided that perhaps we would finish watching the last season of The Tudors. In our jammies. Drinking beer. Eating popcorn. Comfy. Cozy. Warm. sigh
Well this week I have not given my body anything that could closely be called T.L.C. I’ve eaten the wrong foods, and too much of them besides. And my body is feeling the effects of it all – poor diet choices and some pretty big stresses during the week. I aim to get back on track with the eating thing … by going to see The Oracle’s parents on Sunday afternoon. Given that my MIL is one of the best cooks – ever – I may have a challenge ahead of me.
Seeing The Oracle’s parents is good for … well, for everything. Kinder, gentler people you will never meet. My FIL is just one big flirt – and I find nothing wrong with that. My MIL is a gem – sweet, even-tempered, a hug from her can last you for months. As my family imploded it was the support and unconditional love of my in-laws that helped us get thru the nightmare. Bewildered by it all – as what happened is so completely outside of their experiences - they just stepped in with understanding and empathy. They remained hopeful for quite some time that reconciliation would happen, that someone in my family would reach out to me. And when that didn’t happen, they just closed ranks around us, sheltering us and giving us an emotionally safe place to just – be.
I feel quite beat up by the week. Every fiber of my soul feels pulled taut, twisted and burning. My job is causing me crazy-stress right now – and not for the normal reasons you think of when someone says their job is stressful. It is other influences besides workload (see post immediately prior to this one for a sample) that are leaving an increasingly sour taste in my system. In this economy there really isn’t much I will be doing about it – for now. I’m not rocking our household’s boat in this fiscal climate and that just adds to the levels of frustration. Thankfully I have a loving husband, wonderful extended family and truly inspiring friends to help offset this period of aggravation.