UGH

I don't know why or how, but I've feel like I'm racing through the days these last few weeks.  I know the extra tired has a lot to do with hormones (I'm in the 2 weeks of blahs).  I desperately need time alone with no conversation, no dogs, no nothing.  I came close to an afternoon meltdown.  The second I get to SIT, someone, some dog, something needs me and I have to get up again.  Phone calls, doorbell, neighbors at the fence.

This next week is jammed with dogs (5 of them), cooking AND cleaning.  Ugh.  I expected an easy, breezy Thanksgiving and it's not feeling like that -- wonder if I can turn it around?

I have to hit some big grocery shopping today and prep the first turkey (it sits overnight, uncovered in refrigerator).  I'm also doing a little grocery shopping for my neighbor who had surgery.  I asked, she gave me a list.  I'm happy to help out especially since I know her husband won't go to Trader Joe's.  

I might have pushed too hard on the bike yesterday and my groin area is wonky since the afternoon walk.  Last thing I want is an injury so if I have an issue on the treadmill, I'm stopping and taking a recovery day.

Gibbs Gardens was nice.  I was early, my girlfriend hit road paving and she was late and then we got meeting place mixed up.  40 minutes of waiting -- ugh, but the walk was beautiful.  The gardens have all the fall leaves and a running creek -- so pretty.

What I need more than anything is a recovery-life day before the crazy of next week starts.  Not sure if I can get it before then or not.  Maybe on Sunday?  I need to make a point to get some alone, quiet, recovery time or I'll go a bit crazy.  

I think one little answer is a little bit of daytime foster dog crating.  He isn't house mannered and chews everything.  He's "brave" now and runs all over the house.  I try to get dinner ready and spend so much time looking for him.  Getting him to potty after eating has become an issue too (hello, stubborn chihuahua).  They feed at 3 o'clock and I spend the next two hours getting him to poop outside (and stopping him from squatting inside).  He enjoys an INDOOR, after dinner poop LOL.  

Everything will work out.  I'll take a few breaths and figure out how to slow down a little.  It's also that suddenly my weeks aren't about what I want -- they're about doing for others or doing with others.  Too much without a little balance.

Anyhoo ...

I'll be searching for some happy hormones today.  Have a good day.  Stay well.  Later gators.