Lazy Girl

Over the past few years, my hubs and I have both dramatically changed.  I went from over-acheiving, perfectionist, go-getting, volunteer for everything, never sit down girl to........LAZY GIRL.  Simple.

Matt has gone from perpetually relaxed, carefree, coffee-drinking, Sunday lazing guy to get-shit-done-NOW guy.

We've almost traded places.  I used to be the one running around the kitchen cleaning on a Sunday morning feeling completely out of control because Monday is coming and "oh my God, I better get my shit together" and he used to be the one asking me to please sit down and watch the hockey game with him..... and now he is the one tidying the kitchen while I drink coffee with my feet up.  I feel like we've finally balanced each other out after sixteen years together.  And quite honestly, our marriage has never been better.

However, my balancing act didn't happen overnight and it didn't come by miracle.  The balance, for me, began four years ago when I finally realized I was struggling with depression.  I'll save that story for another time but the point is that I've since begun taking anti-depressants.  They've done a world of good for me in so many ways, but they've also absolutely crushed my intensity.  Recently I've found that I just don't have the urge, motivation or stamina to do ANYTHING....  My house is completely untidy, my laundry is piling up at all times, I have unfinished projects everywhere, and all I can think about doing is going to bed at the exact moment my kids lay their heads on their pillows (or should I say my pillows because I don't have the energy to fight with them to sleep in their own rooms).

Hence, lazy girl.  I have basically been using every excuse in the book to NOT get things done.  In the New Year I posed a major goal of accomplishing 52 minor goals in 2016 thinking that this would be enough for me to kick my own ass into gear.  Not so.  I've been sitting in my chair drinking coffee for the past four months.

Last week I decided to force myself to do something.  I gave myself a super tiny goal - dig up 10 rocks from the ugly flower bed that I want to rid my backyard of.  On night one, I attended a meeting, followed by cooking dinner, cleaning up dinner, making kids lunches, making sure the kids bathed, dealing with a meltdown, dealing with bedtime snack, and finally just throwing in the towel and hitting the hay with my kids.  Ugh.... I'm so tired all the time.

Night two I put the kids to bed and went straight outside!  Success!  I managed to dig up ALL of the rocks from the ugly flowerbed and even transported them to a new drainage area I dug!  Say what?  I overachieved!  It's been a while.  This got me on a roll.... Night three I dug up the rest of the rocks from the OTHER ugly flowerbed.  They are currently still laying all over my lawn (where I threw them) because the wheelbarrow has a flat... but hey, the hard part is over.  And on day four, five, and six, I drove to Costco (alone, I might add), purchased two huge cart loads of trees and planted them!  That's fifteen holes people.... and all I had was a little red wagon to help me.

 

I must say, I am aching all over.  My torn rotator cuff is killing me.  But I feel accomplished in every way!  So, lesson learned.... LAZY GIRL CAN PUSH THROUGH!

Goal: Trees Planted - CHECK!