Ever had a week that nearly buried you in everything but what you intended to do – like writing? I think we all have. And calling in a friend or family member isn’t always possible. Some things you have to handle yourself.
This past week reminds me of that new movie they’ve been advertising on TV called The Terrible, Horrible, No good, Very Bad day? from the original book Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day by Judith Viorst.
Everything on my to do list, including my blogs and writing my next chapter didn’t happen.
My husband and I are selling one house while we remodel a newly purchased home – enough to drive all stalwarts nuts. I’m sure some of you have experienced the situation or something similar.
Keeping up with expenses for two homes is not fun.
And then there’s keeping the current home immaculate for potential homebuyers. I returned home not once but three different times to discover that the realtors left my home unlocked! Thank God I live in a nice neighborhood but finding your home unlocked when you arrive home after dark is scary – no matter what.
I also had the house inspected this week for termites – a must when selling a house in CA. because they’re a common problem. And of course because it’s a terrible, horrible no good, very bad week I have them! One more big expense and another black mark on my week.
I’ve also been running to the new house to make sure the contractors are on tract. There always seems to be hick-ups, and this week dealing with a contractor who has gone MIA and discovering he over-charged big time is freaking me out.
What about the everyday life stuff?
Well, it seems worse than it really is because the stress level is over the top on all of the above.
As many of you know, I’m dealing with chemotherapy and that’s another wrench in the works that doesn’t apply to just this terrible week. Not to worry, I’m on consolidation chemo, and I’m beating this body snatcher they call cancer. I’m handling treatments well and most don’t know by looking at me that I have cancer.
My energy tank runs on the low side so hubby helped me out by finding a terrific acupuncture doctor a few weeks ago. The biggest rub now is the constant medical appointments. They steal more writing time. Since I’m doing so well, I’ll accept this part of my week with grace and rejoice.
So what else?
Oh yeah! There was that freaky incident that happened to another family member. Totally has me worried, but I’ll keep that to myself – not mine to tell.
Well, that was my terrible, horrible no good, very bad week.
I’m not feeling sorry for myself – stuff happens and next week will better. But I do mourn my writing time.
It’s sort of like being promised a visit from your BFF who hasn’t been around for a while and then she has to bail because life interrupted her plans too. A huge disappointment.
And frankly, while writing is hard work, it’s my love and it’s a blessing. Like reading a good a book, writing liberates me from these everyday stress triggers. It also allows me a wonderful sense of accomplished.
So how about you? Are you mourning some writing time too? How was your week?