Melted

 The eagle eyed will have noticed that I didn't post last week. The long overdue meltdown happened. On Friday week a project at work I've been trying to get to the other side of went tits up again. Next thing you know I was just crying at my desk. Not as dramatic as it sounds because I work from home. 

Over the weekend I had a series of panic attacks and was just so shattered I couldn't stay awake. Then my dreams were the next problem - they would have kept a dream analysist busy for years. There was one consistent thing though - they were all about work.

On the Monday I let my boss know that I was going to take a few days off to try to get to ground zero. I would be off until Thursday. Give him his due - he was great about it, but then he's not the problem at work because he's consistently great. One of the reasons I took the job was because during my interview I knew he was the kind of person I'd like to work for.

I sat down and made a list of non work things that were praying on my mind. Most of these revolved around Christmas. How was I going to do all the stuff that needed to be done if I was either working or sleeping.

So on Monday I went to the shop to pick up a few bits and bobs and then sat down to write my Christmas cards. That was telling. I used to send out 48, but this has dropped to about 30 because people have died or I have fall out of touch with them. Once written I took them to the post office to get stamps and also wrapped and took a gift for my god daughter.

It's going to be a little starting for people to receive these so early - but at least they are off my list.

Day two I wrapped all the Christmas presents I had. Which was lucky because I discovered that I'd forgotten my parents. I remembered buying them presents, but turns out that was for their birthdays. Goes to show how quickly this year has gone. So I checked with mum and then went up to the Garden Centre to get what they wanted.

On day 3 - I can't actually remember what I did, but a load more chores that needed to be done. I also ordered myself an air fryer. 

By day 4 I was shattered, but at least some weight was off my mind. I forced myself to watch cheesy Christmas films all day and felt a lot better for it. Then on day 5 I was back at work. It was a good idea to go in for one day because I worry if I hadn't I'd not have been able to get back.

I'm not convinced that the wibble is over, but hopefully I managed to stop it from becoming something major.

Continuing with the 'let's get stuff out of the way' on Saturday morning I got up early and put up our Christmas decorations. Haven't turned lights on yet - I'll wait for December. I also promised husband I wouldn't put the wreath on the door until December. 

Once done I then had to deliver my bit of son's latest magazine delivery. This made me feel better because I soon discovered that loads of people have decorations up already and some even have the lights on.

In the evening husband went to stay with friends in Portsmouth and I stayed home with son. There was a huge storm. I decided to get us our bi-annual McDonalds and driving along the sea road was quite a challenge. I nearly got buffeted into the next lane on a couple of occasions. I'm not sure what was going on at the drive through, but from joining the queue to purchase took around 30 minutes.

Then on Sunday I managed to have quite a relaxed day. Son's been saving up for a TV for his room. It arrived and he and husband set it all up. The idea of the TV was so he could have his own space, so obviously as soon as he set it up I went  and sat in his room with him. He's got a cold at the moment and every time he sneezed he made a point of facing me and sneezing full on to try to make me go.

This week he has exams, mocks for his GCSE's. I hope he does well. I'm very proud of the grades he has been predicted. Let's hope he manages to live up to expectations. Though I'm right behind him whatever the outcome.

Wish me luck for this week.