I woke up this morning tired and stressed -- I needed to take a shower, I slept 20 minutes longer than I needed to, my room is a MESS, and I had to leave the house to go somewhere I've never been before, which always stresses me out. I had an appointment at 10 am today to go see a clic clac (which is, in this case, a futon couch/bed deal that I'm looking at for when Donnie comes here). The woman's house is on the other side of town in a vaguely sketchy neighboorhood (during the day it's fine though) and I have to take the metro to get there, and then walk for a ways. I am really bad at following directions, and I always try to leave at least twice as much time as I need to find a place. Murphy's law - if I leave way early, I get there way early, but if I leave with just enough time to get there, I'm inevitably really late. And today, I had just enough time to get there. I spent a while on google maps looking for landmarks that could help me find my way but I ultimately was going to be a little late. Which I hate more than most things.
So I called her and (little white lies are okay from time to time, right?) told her that I was called in to teach at 10 am, and could we reschedule? So I'm going to go there Friday when I am not teaching at all -- I have the whole day free to do whatever I want, which will hopefully be seeing the clic clac. And now, with these extra almost-three hours that I wasn't anticipating, I am going to clean my room and organize and file some paperwork. BOOYAH.
I've been giving Donnie a hard time lately about how much he takes on and I realized I was doing the same thing -- teaching 5 lessons yesterday, 4 lessons today, going on a day trip tomorrow (to the coastal town of Fécamp with Fabi to get some Benedictine and visit the Palais Benedictine), and 7 lessons on Thursday plus babysitting, and trying to look at a clic clac?!? It was too much. So, simplification and purging. DONE.
Now I am going to open my windows and let some sun in, put on Tracy Chapman, and clean this room up. Bisous.
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Good girl. You are definately one of OUR family. Overcommitting is something you learned really early on. Keep recognizing it and taking action. Margin (wiggle room) and organization bring peace. Embrace it. And when you have to go some place where you might get lost? Carry some water. Thirsty AND lost is not a good combination! Love you. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks for the support Christy. I have definitely learned the water thing the hard way -- and now I bring a full water bottle with me everywhere I go, even if I get strange looks from ze French!
ReplyDeleteDo ze French not carry ze water bottles?
ReplyDeleteZe French do not offen drink ze water. Zey just drink wine. :)
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