How is the Monkey doing? Better. Cured? No, but better. No other panic attacks (a few diverted). So what type of natural therapy am I on (I won't bore you with the meds)? Besides my adorable boys that I love to squeeze and smell and pinch? Okay, seriously, they may have a little to do with my panic attack. But I don't lie when I say I love to breathe them in and all their cuteness.
This is a "No", but I wanted to take a picture first.
Here is some natural therapy - leave the breakfast dishes to clean up after supper time.
I've never believed that this is good therapy so I've never tried it, but now I'm forced to go to bed at 10pm which leaves me behind on housework chronically.
You're thinking, "that's not too bad, what is she bemoaning?" You're right, we played outside most of the day and this is minimal collateral damage. Fast clean up.
Chirpee wanted Dimple's lambie for bedtime and I had to go on a quick search. It looks like he fell asleep on the kitchen floor waiting for Chirpee to finish his bath. They are now cuddled up together. Chirpee wanted Dimple's lambie the moment my mom gave it to the tiny few day old little guy. I've been able to keep it from Chirpee until June this year when I finally gave in. Dimple doesn't seem to have any great attachment, but Chirpee has always been enamoured.
This is a chronic site that is also uncharacteristic. Sleep is important, sleep is important for sanity, right? That is what I keep telling myself. I have always fancied that order was important for my sanity, but I'm treating this as temporary living. Kind of like pregnancy. I just have to check off the days until baby arrives (aka: a calmer version of me).
He's always a HUGE part of my natural therapy for living. Perhaps I depend on him too much, but I'm really so in love! I think he is more of a help to me than I ever have been to him. Maybe someday I'll be able to lift him up as much as he carries me.
I'm not reading books. I'm not staying up late turning pages.
Cutting computer time down. A LOT. A lot less facebook and blogging.
A weekend away with hubby sans children. I'd like to say it was healing, theraputic and amazing. It was incredibly hot and I worried about Dimple the whole time, restraining myself from calling grandma. Then I kept apologizing to Deereandy for my extreme fatigue and need for a nap.
But there were some really enjoyable moments. Some beautiful country that I've never seen in Manitoba and was happy to be introduced to.
Deereandy got to eat bread.
That made him happy.
This reminded me of my past life. Living near water with some gorgeous sunsets.
My anchor.
Better.
2 comments:
Thanks for the update! good to hear from you! Good habit going to bed by 10pm....i really should follow that too.... ;)
ruth
Glad you're feeling better...praise God for that. Love the leaving the dishes part! While it may not be top housekeeping advice, the whole thing of prioritizing, not trying to do everything, etc can be so beneficial during difficult times. And then we realize that life really does go on and we will eventually get caught up and things do get better. Key word: eventually! Great photos of you and hubby at the bottom. Take care of yourself, my dear friend.
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