Today starts the BIG 3 days of Granny-ing. I'm excited and nervous. I wish I could keep my feelings to just excitement. That's what I'm hoping by the end of the weekend -- tired, but good tired and lots of fun. He's a little sick and after an antibiotic, he's having big diaper explosions. This will test my Granny ability as we try to take him out and about for the first time solo. Like riding a bike?!?! Fingers crossed.
I'm happy for the kids to have their big bachelor and bachelorette weekend. Safe and fun.
Hubby knocked over my book tree. He HAD to do something with that window (it didn't need to be done anytime soon). I'm annoyed and disappointed. I miss the lights this morning. I don't have the interest in rebuilding it. I barely have any other decorations up -- need to focus there instead.
I listened to the last podcast from SCS as she ends the entire program. Listening to it made me really happy that I ended my membership early. It was the right decision. These last few months were about her and good-byes.
That said, I'm grateful for the program. I KNOW I'm doing life more aligned with what I want thanks to the coaching. I have an extra dose of family stress with the upcoming wedding and I'm handling myself in a way that I never would've without working on my inner crap. It's these times that I really understand the impact of coaching.
It's getting to be end of the year review and 2025 list time. I've started thinking about it. I probably won't write about it until January -- maybe a bit in December. I'm choosing a word-of-the-year this year. I haven't done that for several years. When I listened to Gretchen Rubin's podcast of their words for 2025, a word came to mind and I like it. Remember when I did a Christmas song a day for December? That was fun too.
BTW, I didn't go to the class yesterday. Listened to my gut -- germs are EVERYWHERE right now and I'm trying to stay clear. It was a good decision.
I probably won't check in again until Monday. The baby is an early riser too and Granny-ing is two hands on the wheel kind of job.
Wish us luck. Later gators.
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