Feelin' Alright

The past few days have gone by in a pleasant blur. And no, not because I've been drinking or drugged, haha, you're all funny.

I think I'm gradually beginning to make peace with my gigantic upheaval and it actually feels good. We've been staying with my mother-in-law, out in the country, which I thought for sure was going to be a supreme disaster. I've been pleasantly surprised. I'm enjoying my time there. I think I'm actually going to miss it a little bit when we do leave next weekend, and I'm not sure if that's to be attributed to the fact that I've been somewhere for more than two days in two weeks, or if I'm simply genuinely enjoying myself. I happen to think it's the latter.

I've been sleeping really well for the past few nights. Very heavily. I've also been getting up much earlier than normal, which seems to set a good tone for the remainder of the day. I actually have time to decompress in the morning from the previous day, so as to prepare myself for the hectic day that's sure to come. And they do. But they've been pretty tolerable lately. I'm decently content.

My daughter is going through a funny phase right now. Totally age-appropriate, but odd to me, nonetheless. She's becoming a Grandma's Girl, as she's been seeing a whole lot more of my MIL, which doesn't upset me, but I feel mildly shunted to the side. I come back from work, super-stoked to see my little dolly and she gives me a dirty look and runs to her Nan (the MIL). I honestly can say that it doesn't upset me... I can understand. I know when I was younger, and even up until I was around sixteen or so, I was the ultimate Grandma's girl. Maybe it's karma coming back to kick me in the ass. I'm sure my mother felt just as neglected as I probably am right now, and I'm sure that I'm just worrying and obsessing over nothing, but still. She's my little sweet pea and I want all of her attention all of the time, 'cause I'm an affection whore.

Regardless. Things are going smoothly. I don't really enjoy living out of a suitcase; all of my stuff is super rumpled and even though I'm getting up much earlier in the morning, I just can't seem to bring myself to break out the iron. That's beyond me right now. It's still odd that my toothbrush is hanging out in a foreign toothbrush holder and the shampoo and conditioner just isn't right, but I'm dealing. My crazy, obsessive-compulsive, perfection-crazed self can take it...

The past few days have proven it!