"All I know is you better remember this next year."
I made a mistake.
This morning, I woke up after another fitful night of bad dreams. These bad dreams however seemed to be under my control. I didn't feel panic. I felt like if I kept my wits I'd be able to manage and resolve the issue.
I woke up around 2am to force myself to work on the annual class project for DD's school. I had made up my mind that this would be my last year spearheading this project. I just have too much to do.
Still I had to complete it and time was running out.
However, as I was organizing my bags and formalizing a plan of attack, DS woke up and said he needed me. So I packed everything and went back to the bedroom with him.
While laying there next to him, I decided if I can't physically work on it, I'll make my lists which helps me tackle my to dos. Ok, I asked DH to take the trash and recyclables I set up by the door out when he walked the door. What do I need to do? Empty the dishwasher. I set it to wash after supper and everything should be dry now. Upload the photos for the project. etc...
I fell asleep reading the news afterwards.
I woke up at 6am thanks to my alarm clock, DS. (Thank goodness, he generally wakes up happy-go-lucky.)
I went outside and emptied the dishwasher and began breakfast and lunch. I also uploaded the photos and began formatting them. Next step for the project is to borrow DH's professional printer or send it to a print shop to print. I'm reluctant to ask DH for help because he's completely mired in anxiety about juggling his schedule come September.
I woke up DD at 7:15am and she was at the table eating her breakfast by 7:30am. Dishes were washed and DH walked our dog and DD to the bus stop.