The house is still a mess, but I feel accomplished because the laundry is all washed and dry, I exercised, I showered, we went to the park, the boys are dressed (that happened before the park, just in case you were concerned), we've eaten lunch, the toddler is napping, I read a bit, played the piano a bit (which is rare these days), read my SS lesson a bit, and I attempted to repair a friendship that had gone awry for a moment.
See? I rock.
Therapy yesterday helped a bit. It was just an intro session, you know, the old "who are you? What's your history? Why are you here? What do you need/want? Did you try to commit suicide?" That kind of stuff. It went well. I think my therapist might be good. Time will tell! It was nice to talk to somebody about the history of my hormones and Depression without their eyes glazing over. Granted, she's getting paid to hear about my hormones and Depression, but still! It was nice to be listened to in a very objective way. I think that's the biggest benefit of therapy. Someone listens to you who doesn't know who you're talking about, doesn't really care, and frankly, can give you the unbiased info you need to sort through your crap. I have some amazing friends I can turn to in a crisis (amazing. Seriously, downright amazing), but truly, I can't expect them to give me unbiased opines, because they are invested emotionally in me. It's the whole darn friendship thing. There's only so much they can give. Therapists are lucky because they can give and give and then go home and forget who they had given to until the next session. In fact, I always wanted to be a therapist, and now I'm thinking I know why! Huh. I'll have to think about that one some more.
Tomorrow I'm helping out at the kids' Field Day at their school. I'm supervising the Tug-of-War and the Cross Country Race (not sure how long that baby's gonna be). I get to take my boys with me, so it's all good. I actually feel awesome that I'm helping out. I've never been a good volunteer person at the school before --I always claimed my kiddos were my excuse --but the more I think about it, the more I realize I CAN help and I SHOULD. It's a great school, with great teachers, and the PTO has been built by amazing, amazing parents. Why shouldn't I help out when I can, eh? This new found zeal might get me into trouble, though. I actually mentioned to this year's treasurer that I would be willing to be on the board for next year. Ask me next year if it was the right thing to mention.
After the Field Day, the kids get out early (1:30PM) and then on Friday (their last "day"), they get out at 11:30AM. I mean, it's a total blow-off week. They're having parties, assemblies, Field Day, cleaning-out-desks day --there's really no academic reason to be going to school. Oh, except! Except! Something great happened! My #3 got the WOW Award at the assembly this week. Huzzah! My other girls already got one this year, and he was feeling pretty down on himself for not getting one. When we heard he got it, there was so much excitement in our household. In fact, #1 told me she cried at the assembly when they announced his name because she had been praying --praying --that he would get one. Isn't that sweet? Oh, wait. What? What is a WOW Award? Basically it's just Student of the Month, but slightly modified.
I should be out in my garden and yard, cleaning and hauling and weeding and planting. But I'm not (obviously). The friendship going awry kind of derailed my day. Playing Beethoven's Sonata Pathetique (first movement) gave me the mood and hand cramps I needed to think about something else, along with reading I Capture the Castle (can you believe I've never read it? Don't tell me about it, I'm only on the fifth chapter) and reading through my Sunday School lesson. I'm teaching this week on hypocrites. Jesus hates hypocrisy and so do I! But the more I live, the more I realize hypocrisy is the easiest and most slippery of sins. I'm pretty much a hypocrite and I didn't even know it! Is that possible? What say you, dear reader? Can you be a true hypocrite without even knowing it?
Well, I've typed long enough. I'm sure there's plenty more I could talk about, but I'm done with opinions for the week. All right, probably just the day. I'm pretty sure I'll be writing again tomorrow. Thanks for reading. See you next time. Y'all come back now, y'hear?