There are times when I spin my wheels, never quite moving forward. Usually it’s when my body isn’t up to par, sometimes it’s just a vague feeling of blah. And then other times, I get a burst of energy and just go like gangbusters. I’d love to have balance and be that effective all the time.
My world is in transition this week. Mike has taken a new job that keeps him away overnight twice a week. The quiet is a change. I’m adjusting fairly quickly. I have a list of projects that have been put off that I can finish. I can deep clean and dust without worrying about whether it would kick up Mike’s severe allergies and asthma.
I find myself falling into “kids’ weekend” mode. When my children were young, they went to their father’s house every other weekend. It was an adjustment at first, then I learned to enjoy it. The first thing I would do is clean the whole house and put everything in order. Because I knew it would stay that way until they returned.
I called it my ’48 hours of freedom’. My friends asked me “what will you do?” And the answer was then and the answer is now “Everything or nothing.”
Tonight I cooked a pot of chili, sharing it with my son and his room mate. With enough left over so that when Mike returns I have dinner ready to put on the table. I have to double check myself on all those little things he took care of for me. Pets are fed and watered. The litter box looks like it can wait until tomorrow. Dishes are done. Table is cleared.
And now, I’m going to go curl up with a good book and read until I fall asleep. I’ll adjust. Really. Change is good.