Just in time

Last week was a whirlwind. Besides the usual doctor appointments, I had an interview on Friday afternoon, dinner on Friday night and family gathering on Saturday night.

Knowing me, I tried to fit everything in. That meant that I got up on Friday at 8AM to exercise, get ready for interview, rush over to interview, do laundry, run errands, and have dinner in the city. After I came home, I coordinated Saturday schedule with my parents while folding laundry. I know, I am one crazy lady.

After all that, I passed out for the night. Armed with a night's rest, I still wasn't ready to deal with my Saturday. Not to mention that I wasn't in the best of moods. Meanwhile, my phone was going off like crazy with my dad's requests (don't forget to bring XXX for me). Right then and there, I just wanted to run away... like exiling myself so that I have no commitments and nobody to answer to.

Knowing that was not the thing to do, I called my dad and told him that I got his messages, and may not come to dinner. I think he heard the underlying weariness in my voice, and let me off the hook. Not without a little guilt trip of course (We organized this gathering for you).

Then, I decided to do my deep breathing exercise. Midway through it, my phone rang and it was my sister Celia, calling just in time to interrupt my melancholy. Although I didn't share with her why there was a rain cloud hanging over my head, she seem to understand. Celia just let me decompress, and sympathized with what I did share (dad and his multiple requests). I ended up going to dinner after all, and it was nice to be with family. I was still not completely myself, but a little better. And that's a start.