Four days later.... Yes, my last post was Friday the 4th. By the time the weekend comes, I have noticed that I get focused on other things, family, and commitments, and the blog becomes an afterthought. And I have the push and pull inside that I "should" do it instead of "want" to do it.
Friday, I had to take my doggy Charlie to a vet appointment right after work. On my way, my husband askes me if I want to go out to dinner; being that things are opening up again, our favorite Mexican El Patio restaurant was just what sounded so good after a stressful long week. Our 20-year-old daughter joined us, and we had a charming evening. Coming back to the restaurant was such a pleasant surprise because, during the pandemic, they remodeled and refreshed the restaurant, and it looks incredible. The atmosphere was so nice, and the food? OMG, the best. I had the albondigas plate, and it tasted so homemade, it reminded me of how my grandma used to make them.
Getting back home, I felt so full and relaxed that I had to lay down for a bit, and it was lights out for me. Saturday- we had a trip planned to see family in El Centro later in the day, so in the morning, we took it easy, and my husband made a leisurely breakfast. He made the best vegan dish inspired by one of our favorite vegan chefs recipe Gaz Oakley. It was tofu scramble on top of toasted ciabatta bread; talk about it's all about the details. We had an amazing breakfast then started getting ready to leave - We ended up leaving around 1:30pm and got there an hour and a half later. During our visit, we went to pay our respects to my late mother-in-law, who passed 10 months ago; it was a great opportunity to visit and spend some quality time with my father-in-law, who took some flowers to her that day. We visited my hubby's grandparents' and uncle's graves and shared some sweet memories on our way out.
We headed over to the store then my sister-in-law's house where the rest of the family was getting together; this was mostly a bonding time for my husband with his brother, sister, and father after such a great loss and the pandemic, which had prevented us from physically gathering for over a year. The weather was hot, and there is something about being below sea level that always makes me lethargic, or maybe I just needed the rest. I ended up staying most of the visit indoors, with my nieces and my daughter catching up and watching tv in the air conditioning. I also knew I was going to be the one driving home, so I took a nap. Overall it was a nice break from the norm, and it was a lovely time. We headed back home close to midnight and got home about 2am.
Sunday was supposed to be about sleeping in and taking it easy, and it was, but it wasn't. I got up around 8am, took Charlie out to potty, gave him food, made coffee, and folded some laundry. I literally got my laptop to write, and then my husband got up and came over to see what I was up to. He turned on the TV, I was planning on sitting there in the quiet with my coffee and write, and he did ask, but I didn't want to turn him away or leave. What really is more important here? That was a choice I made. We then started to talk about breakfast and noticed we needed some ingredients, so while he got some of it started I headed over to the store, which is literally a skip and a hop away—the first trip of the day. When I was there, I noticed that they had potting soil and plant food, so I grabbed some and decided I would transplant some of the plants I had been meaning to re-pot and desperately needed it. I made it a whole experience - got a folding table, my gardening gloves, the pots, and the plants and enjoyed every minute of it. I have never considered myself much of a gardener, but I know it is super therapeutic and relaxing to take care of plants; it indeed was. I watered the plants in the patio, moved some of them around, watered and fed the indoor ones, and felt so good about it. I ended up making two more trips to the store for additional soil and succulent food, then realized I needed more cleaning products, then the third trip was to grab some finger foods for dinner time. Since we had a big brunch and the kitchen was already clean, we would just use the air fryer for cooking some finger foods; mozzarella sticks, mini quiche, chicken fingers, and fries. My daughter and her boyfriend watched some tv, and my hubby and I headed to bed.
Monday morning came, and it was time to go back to work; I still felt tired from the weekend, and a little sleep-deprived worked and offered to give my co-worker a ride home since she needed a lift. This was a little out of my way, but I did not mind; I just took my time and went with the flow. I got home and hung out with my daughter; my hubby felt the same, just in need of more rest, so he went his way, and we stayed in the living room. This was yet another opportunity for me to make a choice and a decision to spend quality time with my daughter or rush and blog something quick for the sake of keeping my word. I did not do it. But this morning, it made me think about how far I have to organize my time and really anchoring my intentions. Can someone really have the best of both worlds, or does everything have to be a sacrifice? I think planning and organization will be key, and creating a specific time and space to do the work is going to be necessary so that it does not interfere with everyday life.
One of the YouTubers mentioned that a blog should not be lengthy, but I am catching up here for the last four days. Do I retake this challenge and make myself accountable to blog every single day? How bad do you want it? I ask myself. I am aware that some kind of sacrifice will be involved, but I have to come to terms with what and when.
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