I Suck Week?

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I spend more time on this website apologizing for failing to meet my self-imposed quota of themed posts each week than I do actually writing themed posts.  This is kind of a problem.  A problem that I certainly intend to remedy…

…after this week, anyway.

See, this week is Book Fair Week.  Anyone who knows me personally will know that the book fair is truly the bane of my existence.  Hosting a book fair for five, six and seven-year-old children is a roller coaster of excitement (theirs) and tears (theirs sometimes, but more often mine).

I have never been one to thrive on extremes of emotion, even good emotions like excitement…I mostly find too much excitement draining.  So between the stress and all the excitement wafting my way, I find this week entirely distasteful.

So although I was toying with “I Suck Week” to atone for how much I suck at posting regularly to a theme, I have decided this week needs to be Stay Sane Week.

Stay Sane Week.

That means that whatever it takes to stay sane this coming week, I shall do it.

Even if it means not posting and apologizing for it next Sunday, or if it means that I post complaints every day or cute kittens wearing costumes or whatever.

omg WHAT?!?

Today, in anticipation of the crappy week to come, I focused on relaxing so that I could preemptively stay sane.

I woke up without an alarm and then I laid in bed and finished a book called The Name of the Star by Maureen Johnson, which was very, very good.  You should read it.

I showered (leisurely, of course) and had an egg with a runny yolk.  I walked to my favorite bakery and had a danish and coffee, then walked back and detoured to Thayer Street to buy tights and knee socks (one of the many highlights of every fall for me, so much do I love knee socks and tights ).

I popped into a couple shops, including a book store where I bought a birthday gift for someone and acquired a new bumper sticker for my car.  It is one of those little black letter on white oval ones and it says READ.  Simple, but fitting.  As I add it to my Doctor Who bumper sticker and my I [tomato] My Farmer bumper sticker, I am beginning to really paint a picture of Who I Am on the back of my car.

[Side note: Are bumper stickers really lame?  I get the feeling that most people consider them to be, but I find my stupid black Corolla so generic (especially following the glory of a 1990 Volvo 240) that I feel compelled to set myself apart through the use of bumper stickers.  I won’t stop, even if it is lame, but I do sometimes give pause.]

After shopping, I returned home,  cooked a roast chicken and leek potato soup and baked muffins.  The chicken and soup were delicious and sure to provide me with wholesome meals for days to come.  The muffins smell totally phenom and look gorgeous, although I cannot yet speak to their tastiness.  I have a very spotty track record with muffin-baking, so I do not necessarily have the highest of hopes on that front.  Still – the smell!!  Amazing.

should have tied the legs, but still...awesome

the chicken skin looks globby and gross here, but it wasn't. oh, it wasn't.

gorgeous, right?

So that was Sunday’s Stay Sane effort.  Now I shall have a cup of tea, watch a romantic comedy and write some letters that I plan to actually send through the mail.

(Big talk for someone who hand made about 20 Christmas cards last year – paint!  glitter! Doctor Who holiday-themed joke! – and failed to deliver even a one…)

Here’s to staying sane!  Feel free to share all the ways you stay sane when you are stressed!

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2 thoughts on “I Suck Week?

    • I will probably post the thrilling conclusion to the feng shui saga sometime this week. I have my little room planogram chart pieces all cut out and ready to go…

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