You're a nutcase, but I love you
Mum, it's okay, I won't touch it....
Happy Sunday peeps!
So, it’s 5.15pm & I feel extremely weird.
Usually I work on Saturdays at the Supplement store & Sundays are my chance to catch up on work at a more chilled pace, clean, the occasional socialising. This weekend I chose to take 2 days for myself.
I had a terrible week. I locked myself in my room numerous times, screamed into the pillow & much like the F45 boxing session ‘elbow-the-bag’ exercise, I went to town on my bed. There’s been a lot of tears, and about 4x this week I have had people comment on how exhausted I look. At one point I didn’t have a bottle of wine in the house & it was quite late on a school night… I thought of just pouring myself a vodka (...am I an alcoholic??).
Currently, nothing is wrong or ‘bad’ in any way shape or form in my life AT ALL! I love it, I love everything about it & I am so god damn lucky. (okay maybe I hate FIFO though, just a little)
Yes, I am struggling a little bit due to my self-inflicted routine choices/lifestyle.
...Our new puppy is an absolute NUTCASE. I have set deadlines for myself in which I have been killing myself to keep up with, some things have happened at the house & being alone for weeks at a time dealing with shit by yourself is just, shit. Broken sleep because, well, the puppy is a f**king nutcase...
My escape at the moment is F45 training. I’m gone for an hour, I come home & the brand new lawn is ripped up by 'Nutcase'… or, if left to wonder inside & outside, the front door is completely scratched with puddles of p*ss & sh*t left next to it (sorry about the front door Tom).
Whilst I’m sitting here, with my glass of wine (it’s red, it’s good for you...), I look back on my day & decide to write this. Because despite being woken up all night lately by ‘nutcase’ - which luckily enough at 4am I did the other night as our retic pipe had burst and there was a massive hole in our backyard with a sunken lawn, due to the copious amounts of water gushing out… Despite all these little things, I realised that – F**k it!? If you work your god damn ass off, if you constantly are giving your all then you bloody deserve a weekend off!
Hell, take a week!
I went to breakfast with my best friend. This instantly turned my whole mood/outlook around – it always does with her actually! (Love you Rach!)
I also went to Bunnings, came home & ‘Nutcase’ actually didn’t rip up the lawn for once! Turns out my 30minutes spent prepping to leave, setting up his toys, 2x bones & treat hidden in boxes actually worked!
& I do love Nutcase, AKA Hudson, with all of my heart. I can't imagine life without him (okay, well I could but, where's the fun in that right?).
Yes, I did do some work both today & yesterday. But this was because I wanted to.
& Although I do feel like I spent my whole weekend cleaning the house & chopping chicken necks, I needed this so badly.
So pretty much, my message here is simple. What’s the point in pushing on at 50% when you could just take some time out, re-energise & perform back at the usual 110% (as most of us do!)
You need time for yourself? Just take it!
You deserve it.
So, I didn't even proof read this because, well, I really just cannot be bothered :)
Thanks for reading!
xx
KB