Ugh.

[cupcake_goth]

Guess who foolishly over-extended herself over the weekend? I (and a whole bunch of very wonderful friends) have been helping Dad clear out and organize the house. I did this both Saturday and Sunday, and while I *thought* I was not pushing myself physically, I forgot (okay, fine, willfully ignored) the toll that the emotional and mental work would exact.

::attempts to dodge the Stern Looks and Lectures from certain friends, swears to be more aware of this stuff in the future::

So anyway, today is one of those days where I am EXCEEDINGLY grateful that my tech editing gig is primarily work-from-home. I am now coated in staxxy's magical Kiss It Better ointment, and am ensconced on the sofa with two laptops (work and personal), a stack of writing notebooks, tea, clovisdvlbunny, and Nightmare Before Christmas on in the background. (With three other Tim Burton movies waiting by the TV, because oh my, is this a comfort movie day.)

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For those of you who suggested trying the "High Quality Food" that we found in the back of the pantry: No. We took a picture for history, and then threw it out. Other things we have found tucked away include the senior year portraits of my Mom and Dad (let me tell you, my parents have always been cute!), my paternal grandmother's wedding photo, and my report card from my sophomore year of high school. (3.33 GPA, thankyouverymuch.) Yes, the Stroppy One will be scanning all of them when he is done with his current deadline, and then I will post them.

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Okay, back to the dayjob. Wow, I am tired and feel like I've been beaten with sticks. Ugh.

Comments

[rocket-jockey.livejournal.com]

Perhaps you'll find a few moments of distraction at Lulu Cthulhu (http://lulucthulhu.com/2011/01/18/page-1/), a new (four installments old) webcomic featuring Lulu, the youngest of the Elder Ones. One of the characters seems really, really familiar to me for some reason...

[cupcake-goth.livejournal.com]

Hee! Oh, that was cute.

[prettyshrub.livejournal.com]

I want you to write ten times "I will not overdo things."

Then drink more tea.

*HUGS*

[icprncs.livejournal.com]

For those of you who suggested trying the "High Quality Food" that we found in the back of the pantry: No.

I am disappointed in your lack of adventurous spirit. You could at least have opened it and smelled it.

In seriousness, I hope you feel better tomorrow. That kind of project is pretty demanding even when it doesn't carry that sort of emotional overlay.

[cupcake-goth.livejournal.com]

Hey, are you still looking for Chanel No. 5 to use at your zoo gig? If so, I've got some for you.

[icprncs.livejournal.com]

!!! YES. I will gladly take it. If Sunday Tea is happening and you think you'll be there, I could get it then.

[staxxy.livejournal.com]

no lectures from me. You are still working out where your health boundaries are right now, and these are things that are difficult to adjust to even knowing those things. So all you get is sympathy and understanding on this end.

I have boxes of things that need to be gone through and filed around here that are waiting until I am ready to pay the emotional and mental toll. A totally underestimated cost from anyone, honestly.

[emmapoe.livejournal.com]

I hope you feel better soon. As a person with chronic health problems I understand the overdoing it part too well. Take care. <3

[mumminator2008.livejournal.com]

When we cleaned out my parents house I found love letters my grandfather sent my grandmother during WW2 (who knew the old guy was such a sappy romantic?). We found a diamond ring that we thought had been lost forever (and dreaded telling the insurance company). And an 'emergency' kit that no one knew she'd hidden in a closet - food, blankets, water. For some reason that gave us all a good belly laugh, that the little old lady with dementia would have an emergency kit!!
I spent 2 days alone in a room full to the ceiling with old photo albums going back to the 30's & 40's. I cried for 2 days straight and pulled everything out that meant anything to me. Partway through when I thought that I just couldnt go on...I found a box with cassette tapes (yes they did exist) of my mom rehearsing solo's for a multitude of things (she was a paid soloist & sang @ weddings, funerals, sporting events). I cried until there was nothing left, popped one of the tapes in and kept going with mom to keep me company and singing along.