Randomly, I remembered my grandmother saying a woman must have a good bed with a comfy mattress, matching delicate under garments, expensive luggage for when she travels, and cooking/kitchen utensils that would be the envy of every woman that visits.
Now that I am older, I can appreciate where she was coming from.
I love my bed – and when I lay down to sleep in my bed it feels like I am floating mid-air on a marshmallow. Unfortunately, my alarm clock is the jealous type. Why, you ask? Well, just as I am getting into my sleep groove, and sweet dreams are showing in full colour, my alarm goes off – loud and proud. Like, seriously!? I can’t deal with jealousy.
Both hubby and I have been “head down – bum up” kicking some pretty monumental career goals (if I may say so myself). This has been our reality for the last two weeks now – a real blur. What do they say – fail to plan, plan to fail? We were not taking any chances.
This dedication and commitment doesn’t come easy because we have had to make some sacrifices to get to where we want to be.
It’s funny because I remember back in the day we would look forward to the weekend, as it was an opportunity for us to catch up with friends, consume ridiculous amounts of adult beverages and literally dance the night away.
These days on the weekends we just want to sleep in (hello cloud 9 marshmallow bed), hang around the house in our PJs pumping ourselves up to do it all again next week.
Adulting Advanced Level 110! I think we have moved on from just plain adulting – surviving and fending for ourselves.
At this stage, I may have already been admitted to a mental asylum BUT four key actions keep me sane on a weekly basis. They are listed below:
1. Select all clothes for the week, iron them and have them ready to go (undergarments included).
2. Meal preparation – cook all the dinners for the week ahead and freeze them.
3. Drink at least 2litres of water and get a minimum of 7 hours sleep.
4. Engage in at least 30mins of exercise or meditating daily.
Although I’ve outlined the answers to my sanity, I would be interested to find our what coping mechanisms you have put in place to survive in this concrete jungle. Hit me up in the comments section.