Or lack of. So these past few days have been hectic beyond belief. About a week ago I agreed to house sit for two weeks for this really nice couple. They have an amazing house, steam room, and live 7 minutes from downtown. It's an amazing opportunity to just have some alone time and think about what I want to do with the time I have left living in Anchorage. So sounds like a great opportunity, all I have to do is water the plants and eat their organic apples. All is well until last Thursday when I get a call from a friend who is in a big jam. She and her roommate are leaving for Ecuador the next day and their dog sitter fell through. And being the nice person that I am, and the fact that I'm kinda dating this person and feel obligated to be the nice person that I want people to believe I am, I agree to dog sit. Now three days later, I am sleep deprived and cranky. The dog is actually a puppy, and yes I knew that and even played with the dog from time to time but it is a devil in disguise let me tell you. It loves to play at night, especially by jumping on my head. It loves to chew very loudly in the middle of the night. And it loves to go out for walks at 2 in the morning but only after peeing on the floor first. I feel worse for the dog than I do for myself because I have to lock it in the bathroom for 9 hours when I go to work. I actually ended taking yesterday off in order to spend more time with him and take him to the dog park. The spending more time with him was actually not the main reason. Short story...on Sunday I went snow shoeing and at the end of the hike my eye swelled up. So I felt like it was my body telling me to slow down, relax, and stop stressing about things I can't control. So I took Monday off and had a wonderful day and I think that me and the puppy had a good heart to heart at the dog park.
But all in all I think that things are getting better. I was able to call someone who will take the dog out during the day and play with him. And I only have to do this till Sunday and then I am free to enjoy the other house sitting job and sit in the steam room and not think about how I can't remember how much they told me to feed the puppy. And as a gift to myself I went out and bought some Kale and squash which made me really happy.
My goal for this week is to number one get through it. Number two relax and enjoy watching trashy tv because they have cable. And number three not go out on Friday. I have this bad tendency to go out on Friday night even though I tell myself the whole week that I shouldn't. I don't know where this love of going out arose but I think it's just fun to go out after a really hard week. It's a really accepting environment and community, and it feels good to so somewhere where you can be yourself. The problem is that I always get back way too late, like 5 this past week and then I feel like I'm wasting my Saturday sleeping in. Thus I tell myself no more going out. I wonder whatever happened to living simply?
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