We are essentially half way through my summer break. It's been nothing at all like I had planned it, and I'm completely okay with that! I had "grand" plans for all the house work that was going to happen, especially painting what used to be Catherine's room. Not going to happen.
Instead, there have been afternoons of naps and lots of genealogy work. For one thing, the heat indices have been close to over 100 degrees. So painting a small room is probably not what I'd be going for anyway. Secondly, I've had little things pop up during the week and it hasn't allowed me hours on end of painting time, which is what I prefer. And honestly, I'm prioritizing mental health, and I'm good with that.
The further I get from this past year, the more I realize how awful it was. As my boss pointed out, we used to have weekly admin meetings, but this past year it was common for us to meet two or three times...a day! I've realized how unfair it was to Andrew that I would come home and do absolutely nothing. I didn't even want to talk to him. I literally just wanted to sit and stare at something, usually my computer screen as I would mindlessly surf the internet. If I had been parenting younger children, I've told my co-workers I would have resigned because it just wasn't fair to my family.
So, yes, the room will need painted at some point. But, it's perfectly livable as it is, I'm just not a fan of purple! :). But I've enjoyed spending afternoons with my husband, relaxing, and I've enjoyed spending time (and dinner) with my adult kiddo and his wife, and I'm absolutely certain I will enjoy our trip with friends this coming weekend. I'm physically able to travel and that is never a guarantee in life. My dad died at age 59. Andrew and I have made smart choices and we continue to do so, but it is 100% okay that my week has been more enjoyable than productive!
