AGMA has a very, very busy week ahead of her.
Tomorrow (Tuesday) I am working all day. I have two private clients in the late morning/early afternoon, then am off to a corporate chair massage job in the late afternoon.
I’ll be catatonic tomorrow evening.
Wednesday is cleaning ladies day. So it’s always hectic cleaning before the cleaning ladies arrive to clean.
Then, Wednesday afternoon, Hubs and I jet off to New Orleans for two nights. It’s been 8 years since we’ve been to NOLA. Way too long. A cheap airfare, a nice but cheap hotel (who wants to broil in New Orleans in July?) and memory of the chargrilled oysters at Acme Oyster House sealed the deal.
And being antsy because AGMA hasn’t traveled anywhere in over 4 weeks.
Oh, the humanity…
We get back on Friday. I have to run 20 miles on Saturday and then we’re having the long postponed retirement party for Hubs on Sunday.
Today is really the only day I have to plan and do most of the shopping for Sunday. And get all my other “life stuff” taken care of before the weekend.
So what am I doing?
AGMA has spend a good part of the afternoon on WordPress, reading blogs and making my wry, witty, and/or poignant comments. And enjoying it immensely. It’s as if I’m as carefree as Trump Jr.s at one of his “adoption” meetings with that Russian lawyer.
La di da di da…
A friend posted this article, “You Aren’t Lazy – You’re Just Terrified: On Paralysis And Perfectionism” on her FB page. It hits the nail on the head. Not that AGMA is terrified. Or a perfectionist. A quick scan through my blog will confirm that.
And while I don’t “spend days at a time in bed, staring at the ceiling and thinking of all the things I could be doing but can’t because I know I would do them imperfectly” as #OCDame does, AGMA does tend to get a form of mental paralysis if I feel overwhelmed.
Let the procrastination begin!
“Screw it all…I’m going to just do what I want to do and not what I really need to do.”, seems to be where my head has been today.
I’m mostly stressed about the party. And what AGMA’s going to serve to drink and eat. And how the house is going to look. Everybody coming is very “Atlanta urban.” Many have really superb taste in food, wine and decor.
AGMA doesn’t want to come across as lacking. Too badly that is.
But 20 miles in my legs on Saturday is going to really limit my energy level.
Who’s idea was it to pick this date for Hubs party anyway?
Hmmmm…I think that might actually be AGMA.
Years ago, in another life in another universe, AGMA was a Midwestern Soccer Mom. I threw parties two or three times a year. I had my standard, solid Midwestern table snacks that I served over and over and over and over. Meatballs with sauerkraut in cranberry bbq sauce, toasted sausage cheese topped rye bread, cocktail wienies wrapped in Pillsbury croissant dough, ambrosia salad.
Low fat, low calorie stuff, ya know…
It was all very 90’s.
That stuff’s not gonna fly in July in Atlanta. Okay, well, maybe the meatballs. EVERYBODY loves those crockpot meatballs no matter how refined their palate or how hot it is outside.
And then AGMA remembers that they are friends. Friends we love to get together with. And laugh with. And get a little tipsy with. And laugh a lot more with.
They don’t expect perfection from themselves and they sure as hell don’t expect perfection from me.
Okay, so now I don’t feel so bad about hanging out on WP all afternoon.
Hubs and I are gonna have a great time in NOLA. And I’ll survive the run on Saturday.
And we’re all gonna eat meatballs on Sunday. And laugh. A lot.
It’s gonna be a great party!