It’s been a very busy start to the new year. I’m going to try and start posting more. As far as the blog’s new year, it’s been pretty dismal, no? I’ve got so much happening and going on, I don’t even know where to start.
Honestly, this past week has just been about me getting my bearings straight. I wasn’t happy with the fact that I hadn’t run two days consecutively in such a long time. The week after Christmas, I just gave up and now, I’m trying to get back on my wagon. I don’t know how or why I stopped running but it hasn’t been much fun, for me. I liked starting each day out with a run. I felt more energized and more happy. I could blame the cold weather but that’s no excuse. I ran last winter. I see runner’s running in the biting 30-degree weather. If they can, I can do it, too. So, I’m going to try and get back to it. No matter what.
I’ve also been trying to get over this ordeal with my mother. Part of me feels that our relationship has forever changed. I really don’t want it to but at the same time, she needs to know that I’m an adult and not a child and she just cannot do things like she did and expect me to accept it. I have opinions and emotions that are different from hers. Maybe that’s what was so difficult for her. She’d never heard me voice my opinion in such an angry state before. Who knows?!? I’ve been dealing with that on my mind.
In other news – Cowboy is gone for the week. He is at a special drill. I know I left him alone for a week when I was off gallivanting the state of Texas but gee whiz – it sure is lonely in our apartment when one of us is not there. Its quiet. Too quiet. When he was in Iraq, it was much different because I just gotten off living alone, so in many ways us moving in right before he took off was still me living alone. Now that he’s back, we’ve settled into our life together. So when he is gone, boy is he gone.
I become one lazy lady when there is no Cowboy around. It takes a lot for me just to make the bed in the morning (I know!!). I wear the same sweatpants every night; I eat popcorn for dinner (to avoid doing dishes); I sloth in front of the television for hours in our bed; I debate washing my face and brushing my teeth before bed; I refuse to clean up so I do very minimal tasks so there is no mess and I already have a do nothing plan for all day Saturday. It’s taking a lot for me not to call in sick to work because that would mean lazy day plus daytime television. Oy. This is sad.
I need to take down our Christmas decorations – but I don’t want to. This is not because of the stated laziness but because I really enjoy looking at them. Technically, we still have two presents underneath our tree. Both for Cowboy’s no-show younger brother. But still. I think I was the first one on the block to put up our Christmas tree. I had that baby up two weeks before Thanksgiving and that was me holding back. I wanted up as soon as November came around. People thought I was crazy. Oh well.
So that’s what's been happening in these parts of the woods.