I came home from working all weekend (12 hours Friday and 36 hours Saturday into Sunday) to find dishes on the counter, the dishwasher full of dirty dishes, a puddle of urine from our elderly puppers soaking into the hardwood floors, clean laundry on the love seat in the loft, a dryer full of wet clothes, a washer full of wet clothes, unfinished homework (which is due first thing in the morning), and a husband, who is just as overworked as the rest of us, running out the door to go play hockey. Naturally, he’s late. He just returned from coaching our son’s lacrosse team.
Up stairs and into the bathroom. I let my hair, which isn’t terribly long, out of its clips. It rebels…My 13 year old son told me I looked like Albert Einstein and I couldn’t really disagree.
I change into my pyjamas and, having two teenaged boys at the house while having a larger chest than the average female, I needed a bra. I don’t want to come home after wearing a bra all weekend and do it again. I inadvertently found the next best thing to being naked. I bought a “full support” sport bra without an underwire a while back. I actually believed it could keep the girls down. That was a lie. It is not THAT supportive. To be fair, I need to wear multiple bras when I go to them gym to keep the sisters from causing me physical damage. For some reason it caught my eye and I put it on. It kept the ladies from sagging onto my belly. Now I have a way to be braless but still be appropriate around teenagers…and neighbours for that matter…
I leave the haven of my bedroom, go into the living room, and open my diffuser. A little Peace & Calming® and a little Stress Away™. Within minutes I felt relaxed. I was able to clean the pee off the floor and do the dishes without a care. The laundry can wait. All that remained was to pour myself a glass of wine. Cheers!
Oily Minded Medic 