Post traumatic wedding disorder….
I went to a reception at the newly wed couple’s lovely new home on Saturday & had the best of times. It was a casual celebration. I knew most of the guests; they were all performers of some kind, artistic & very talented. So there was never a dull moment & I had lots of people to talk to/catch up with.
There were lights in this huge old tree that felt like it was hugging all the people under it (& a tree house in it too!). The branches spread out sooo far. It lent a very magical feeling to the evening while we took turns singing songs to the bride and groom. Hours later we were still having a good ol time around the fire pit laughing and singing. Great right?
I really loved being there to celebrate…seeing the happy couple in love, beautiful….. all the family and friends around so happy for them, wonderful.
Love is in the air & I can feel it all around me. It’s a wonderful thing.
The day after however is a totally different story…I was wrecked.
I stayed in bed late, hardly got anything done & really just wanted to sleep.
It’s like all the “happy” in my body was all used up & I felt in a funk & pathetic.
I really wanted that lovely feeling of the night before, or even just to feel normal.
I hate feeling sorry for myself like that, there’s nothing good in it.
So Monday I got up thinking to myself that I had to push though the funk & get things accomplished. That I would feel a lot better once I had put that behind me. I brought my daughter to school, went to the grocery store, & when I got home I put on some music, rolled up my sleeves and went about getting some chores done.
I planned on diving into the laundry pile and getting things clean. My daughter had left a blanket in there so I went right outside to hang it in the sunlight.
DAMIT!!!! I hadn’t taken two steps onto the grass & a freaking yellow jacket bit the bottom of my foot. Yell-fucking-OWWWWWW jacket was more like it. The freaking bottom of my foot!!!!! After a few moments of sucking it up I went back out to hang the blanket so I could wash my own. I was determined that it wasn't going to hinder me from getting the laundry done. After I loaded up the washer I decided it was too early to deal with a gimpy foot & went back to bed for awhile succumbing to funkiness & dreaming of better times.
When I got back up I got a few things taken care then picked up Essac from school. He and I went to Godo’s and each got a burrito, as well as one for Skye. Dropped off Skye’s burrito before her debate meeting & then did another errand before picking her up to go home.
I think hanging out with Essac and Skye for a few hours made me feel a lot better. After dropping him off at his dad’s house later I went home and got all kinds of stuff done. I cleaned up my room a bunch & did some organizing/décor adjustment. And then I did my favorite….. a bit of “new sheets therapy”…actually I had a new duvet cover I hadn’t used yet. It is silk shantung in a lovely shade of blue. The sheets I’d used once before, but they are still new enough to be “new”. New bedding makes me happy! Crazy.
So tonight I’m heading up to listen to http://www.myspace.com/plasterkatz practice and talk about the new CD coming out! woot!
But I still can’t wait to go home tonight and be in my room!
There were lights in this huge old tree that felt like it was hugging all the people under it (& a tree house in it too!). The branches spread out sooo far. It lent a very magical feeling to the evening while we took turns singing songs to the bride and groom. Hours later we were still having a good ol time around the fire pit laughing and singing. Great right?
I really loved being there to celebrate…seeing the happy couple in love, beautiful….. all the family and friends around so happy for them, wonderful.
Love is in the air & I can feel it all around me. It’s a wonderful thing.
The day after however is a totally different story…I was wrecked.
I stayed in bed late, hardly got anything done & really just wanted to sleep.
It’s like all the “happy” in my body was all used up & I felt in a funk & pathetic.
I really wanted that lovely feeling of the night before, or even just to feel normal.
I hate feeling sorry for myself like that, there’s nothing good in it.
So Monday I got up thinking to myself that I had to push though the funk & get things accomplished. That I would feel a lot better once I had put that behind me. I brought my daughter to school, went to the grocery store, & when I got home I put on some music, rolled up my sleeves and went about getting some chores done.
I planned on diving into the laundry pile and getting things clean. My daughter had left a blanket in there so I went right outside to hang it in the sunlight.
DAMIT!!!! I hadn’t taken two steps onto the grass & a freaking yellow jacket bit the bottom of my foot. Yell-fucking-OWWWWWW jacket was more like it. The freaking bottom of my foot!!!!! After a few moments of sucking it up I went back out to hang the blanket so I could wash my own. I was determined that it wasn't going to hinder me from getting the laundry done. After I loaded up the washer I decided it was too early to deal with a gimpy foot & went back to bed for awhile succumbing to funkiness & dreaming of better times.
When I got back up I got a few things taken care then picked up Essac from school. He and I went to Godo’s and each got a burrito, as well as one for Skye. Dropped off Skye’s burrito before her debate meeting & then did another errand before picking her up to go home.
I think hanging out with Essac and Skye for a few hours made me feel a lot better. After dropping him off at his dad’s house later I went home and got all kinds of stuff done. I cleaned up my room a bunch & did some organizing/décor adjustment. And then I did my favorite….. a bit of “new sheets therapy”…actually I had a new duvet cover I hadn’t used yet. It is silk shantung in a lovely shade of blue. The sheets I’d used once before, but they are still new enough to be “new”. New bedding makes me happy! Crazy.
So tonight I’m heading up to listen to http://www.myspace.com/plasterkatz practice and talk about the new CD coming out! woot!
But I still can’t wait to go home tonight and be in my room!