A useful and fun weekend

I had fun this weekend and got a lot done.

I keep going over what I finished Sat because it seems like the day just got away with me and vast chunks of time disappeared. I got buttons and mostly finished my new white poet shirt so I can actually wear it to work. I fixed a pair of pants. I got some shopping done at Big/Lots! I did 9 loads of laundry. Had a nice large meal. I finished and wrapped a couple of presents. I got Dressed up for a party. All before I left for the South bay. I stopped by my sweetie’s old apartment and ended up helping them move for an hour.

A note on moving:
I hate to move but I seem to enjoy at least part of the process. I seem to be good at it and end up feeling very accomplished. I asked and was told that the one hour of me helping made a much larger difference than the help of adding one extra body to the process of schlepping boxes. I am not very good at schlepping boxes because I wear out quickly. Low energy reserves, you see. But I do think and organize well.

There was a lot more detail here but it feels like I am just boasting so I cut it. I think I was a significant help this weekend and that feels good. I know I was a significant help with mertuil‘s move years ago and that felt good. While I don’t schlep all that well, I do provide energy, organization and direction. I was actually sad to leave but I had a party I was already running late for.

mertuil and internet_addict‘s birthday party was Sat night. I got lots of wonderful comments about my outfit and got a lot of flirting in. I actually had a lot of energy, danced and generally behaved like I didn’t worry what anyone thought of me. That is a hard process to turn off in my head. I am always watching how others react to me and over-analyze it. It was a good thing the party had an actual ending. I was really tired and didn’t realize it until after I stopped moving and had to deal with things. I can tell I am worn out by how quickly I go from happy to cranky.

Sunday was more moving. I actually enjoyed spending time with my sweetie, his girlfriend and their roommate working towards a goal. I am glad I was useful and I have a feeling of accomplishment. The swim afterwards was nice and refreshing.

I also learned something about myself. Ah the path of self discovery. Bleck

Overall, I did really really well this weekend. I put out a lot of energy in both fun and work. I dealt with pain in the butt things, some in a good way, some in a cranky way but they were dealt with positively in the end. And all of this in pretty warm weather which I seemed to been able to at least deal with. I did better than I would have predicted. A real positive note in my book.

The funny thing is that today sucks. My energy is low and my attitude is bad. I know I enjoyed my weekend and got a lot done, but I feel like it was a lousy time and not worth it. This doesn’t make sense so I thought about it a bit.

I think I managed to pull all of my personal/physical resources together for the weekend and now I am tapped out. Nothing is left for dealing with the day to day stuff. I don’t notice that the resources are low until I actually need them. Something I think confirms this is after I had a snapple with lunch, like I have many times in the past, I had a big caffeine reaction. I was typing really quickly, my hands kept shaking, I was nervous for no reason, I couldn’t do any fine motor coordination. Normally there is little enough caffeine in Snapple that I don’t get a reaction. Today was different. I don’t know how long it will be before I build my reserves back up but I have to really behave until then.

I am sure my memory of the weekend will improve as my attitude improves. I am making a point of not making any lasting decisions based on anything I think today. This whole blood sugar thing sucks but it is nice to know that I can live a normal life for a short time even if I have to pay for it later. I had forgotten that was a possibility.

One thought on “A useful and fun weekend

  1. On my last move the most difficult part was organizing myself and my stuff. It’s good to have an impartial person there either to stop you from reading through those comics you should be packing, or to ask you “do you really need this?”, or even just to lend moral support.

    Organizing the move is the hard part. The actual moving of stuff that can be moved will happen because it has to, and while it’s good to have help, if you don’t have everything contained in the first place, well, it’s not a good thing.

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