I like what Alice said about social hangovers in the comment section the other day. That is the best way to describe Monday and Tuesday of this week. I’ve been to conferences before, but they were for healthcare or law. I sat down, took notes, and made sure someone logged my continuing education units. This time was different. I had to mingle.
On Monday and Tuesday I made my bed…and that’s about it. The rest of the house was in the same whirlwind it was when I left. I usually leave the house somewhat neat, maybe have a meal or two ready for when we get home, but not this time. Between getting sick and having a nervous breakdown, the hot zones stayed hot.
Palm Springs hot.
On Wednesday I woke up with resolve. I went to the library and picked up more books. I made chicken stock out of Monday’s leftover roasted chicken. I went to the store (and forgot the two items I went in to buy). Then I made beef stew (but forgot to use the chicken stock I made). I went to Mikey’s final soccer practice (but forgot to bring his water). Looking back, the day was hit and miss. It could be residual post socializing stress disorder or it could be exhaustion, because in between the library, store, stock, dinner, and practice, I managed to tackle those hot zones.
Cool as cucumbers, they are.
I have been reading some great books on simple living, slowing down, and practicing self care. Everything I don’t do well, in other words. Everything most of us don’t do well. I’m waiting for the day we realize we don’t have to do it all, that it’s okay to need a break. The world won’t end if we set our phones down for a minute, maybe two. I don’t need to check my email every 10 seconds and I can let the phone ring. (In theory.)
I should have made Monday and Tuesday recuperative days. No blogging, no cleaning, no school meetings, or soccer projects. I needed two days to rest and unwind, but instead I attempted all four of the above with little success. There is a reason the Mister’s work related trips usually end on Fridays. Come to think of it, my old work conferences did, too. Conference organizers know attendees need a couple of days to decompress.
It’s okay to be human. What’s more, I bet if I had allowed myself the luxury of two days rest I would have done more than make the bed. Sometimes the only rest we need is the permission to do so.