A Memorial Day to ForgetAs predicted, this morning was pretty rough following last night’s volleyball extravaganza. I’m pulling through. Thanks for all the flowers, cards and well-wishes for my speedy recovery. My team of doctors are cautiously optimistic.

Pretty crazy day, emotionally, for me. I woke feeling like crap with an immeasurable to-do list engraved on my brain. I never would have thought so much work would go into preparing our home for a baby. The nursery was a given, but I just crammed so much other stuff into the “if I’m gonna do this, I might as well do that too” category. The housework just has a supreme talent for snowballing – as do my Sicilian emotions.

I was able to sleep in about two hours later than normal and woke up to a dark, dreary Memorial Day. I got very little done this morning, which quickly got me angrier and angrier with myself. We have multiple projects going on at the same time all over the house. Each needs their own pile-o-stuff and so everywhere you look in our home is another pile… of stuff. I’m of the persuasion that cannot operate rationally and productively in chaos. I need order and our house is everything but in order. This, predictably, led to the boiling of my frustration.

After lunch I decided that if today was going to be productive at all then I needed to take a nap. Clear my head and restart. It sorta worked. I slept for about two hours. When I awoke I got to work and actually got more done than I thought I would today. I was still frustrated and grumpy, but the irrational anger subsided.

My shoulder still hurts from volleyball and yes, the top of my head is very sunburned.
Such is life.