Overexertion

It’s 11am and my husband and I are still in our pajamas. He’s enjoying his break from school with some downtime and I am still nursing this stupid cold.

So today I am going to piggy-back off of yesterday’s blog.

I believe that I am still sick because I do not know how to just take it easy. I see tasks that need to be tended to and have this crazy need to accomplish them as soon as possible. It’s like my illness is trumped by whatever menial task I can invent for myself.

Yesterday, all I wanted to do was fill our home with food again because our kitchen was really bare, as well as fit in a minor workout. (You know, to sweat out the junk in my body. Plus, it’s part of our New Year, New Us). Is that what I did? Yes! On top of a bunch of things that didn’t need my attention. And I didn’t even take my husband up on his offers to help me.

You see, I am the type of person who cannot relax when there are things to do, even when they don’t need to be done immediately. So yesterday I found myself not only doing the grocery shopping and working out, but also working on my taxes, advertising our upcoming work conference, cooking dinner, making a giant pitcher of tea, and other various “office” tasks. All of which caused me to have a melt down because I didn’t do them up to par.

I destroyed a work document that didn’t correctly feed through the laminator, I dropped the roll of foil causing it to almost completely unravel, dinner wasn’t correctly timed, receipts were everywhere, and my poor head couldn’t take it. So as I stood in the kitchen starting to cry because the pressure I put on myself was too much, my husband came in and hugged me.

He relieved me of my kitchen duties and in his silent way, reassured me that I could just go sit on the couch and relax because none of what I was doing was going to make me feel better.

So I did. I sat on that couch and we ate dinner and watched our favorite shows until bed time. Which is all of what I should have been doing yesterday, taking it easy and trying to feel better. But no, I’m stubborn and have to be a champion at accomplishing things, even when I am sick.

So here I sit today. On our couch. In my pajamas, next to a giant box of Kleenex. Maybe one of these days I will learn that getting healthy is more important than menial tasks.