I am lonely, I am anxious, and have had a very different last week. But, as Goddess of Mindfulness and Dad both pointed out, I rocked it.
The Big Dawg, QoB, and Rock were all out of town this past week at a water garden conference. Big-time conference, lots of networking, lots of learning, lots of fun (hopefully). They left myself and Blue Cat in charge of the two stores, for the most part.
I think Blue Cat and I were fairly nervous for most of the week, especially when it came to dealing with pond customers. I was better at saying, “we’re really not sure” and explaining the situation and that it would be better to come back next week. Blue Cat was intent on just “handling” everything. Sometimes that’s not the best approach, but sometimes it works. I just hope he didn’t feed any irreversible information to anyone.
It was fairly slow, but we did bring in some money. I was in charge of deposits, which I am used to, but I am used to someone telling me when to do one, and then just doing it. I was also in charge of making sure we had enough money hanging around to make change and therein lies a delicate balance.
So I’ve been beating myself up since Friday that I didn’t go to the bank and get more fives and tens. My coin situation was fairly fine — I knew there would be a bank run on Monday, but I’m not sure there were enough fives and tens to last through today. I never heard about it, so I’m assuming all was fine. What a lot of lonely worrying I spent on that!
I also beat myself up, because I was supposed to not let the cash reserve get too high, and I failed to count Wednesday, and on Thursday we were double over what we are supposed to hold. I made a frantic bank run on Thursday morning and am just hoping I’m not going to get lectured about my oversight. All’s well that ends well, right?
These things have been eating me up all week, and I have convinced myself in my head that I am not competent to do the things I was asked to do. Hold that thought right there, though, Rosa.
This past week:
1) I didn’t complain. Not about working longer hours or about helping out with chores at Mom’s. Did I somewhat dread doing chores because I made jokes about spilling entire gallons of water onto myself? Yes. Did I complain? No. When people are away, they need to hear that everything is fine. And it was. Completely.
2) I kept the dogs a little bit of company off and on throughout the week. In my mind, that would help them be less neurotic when the folks got home, and hopefully it worked to a degree. As Mom said, I had a little “staycation” in which I got to drink crushed ice and water from the fridge and put my feet up for a little while before doing chores. It was actually quite nice to be away from the ensuing mess at home.
3) Speaking of the ensuing mess at home, I didn’t let myself get too bothered by it. I knew I would get the chance to address it, but when I got home from doing work and chores, I was exhausted. There is nothing wrong with ignoring a small pile of dishes or a mounting hill of laundry (as long as you still have clean underwear).
4) Today I got some feedback from Mom and as she says, if something got really messed up, we’ll deal with the fallout later. I have been freaked out all week that we’re almost out of goldfish. Talk about things that you can’t control.
5) I managed to get my colonoscopy and upper GI done on Friday, while Snickers and Blue Cat held down the fort. I felt sick all day, so didn’t do much other than animal chores (which Dad helped with, hallelujah!) but I was ok with that. I know I need to get better, physically.
So after typing this all out, and affirming that my mental health is intact (other than anxiety which is an all-the-time-thing ), I have to stop and say to myself:
Rosa — practice some self-compassion and you will get there.