The other day I wrote about how all the Christmas clutter in my house, plus my growing to-do list were causing me duress (Buried) but I am finding that the more I do, even if it’s the little things, the more I can feel the stress lifting. Getting to the gym helps, too.
After the gym I grocery shopped for dinners for the week. Good sale on crab, so I bought some clusters, shrimp, plus chicken breasts and thighs and a nice chunk of beef should I get ambitious enough to make Beef Bourguignon in the crockpot one night this week.
I won’t go into boring detail about accomplishing the task of having an upholstery cleaning service come to my house today to clean two chaise lounges (“Task” may not be the right word, as he was clearly doing all the work; but I still manage to get a bit stressed out when any type of service comes to my home).
I am still looking for a house keeper to come and clean before our party, but you know what? If I don’t find one, then Chuck and I will clean as best we can, and save $$$ at the same time.
I am a list-maker, and if ever there was a time, it should probably be about now. Everyday, have a list of things I want to accomplish, then feel that wave of contentment by the end of the day when I have most — if not all — of those things checked off.
Sorry to keep things brief here, but I am wrapping up my afternoon shift, so, while I’m at it, I may as well check off Day 5 from The 40 Days. When I get home I would rather eat crab in drawn butter, and drink chardonnay, rather than write.