Monday, guess what I did? If you guessed: cleaned, laundered, changed the sheets, and took out the trash, then you would be right!
Tuesday, was a very sad day for my family. We laid my beloved, Aunt Bea, to rest. I have to say the Rabbi did a phenomenal job, and not surprisingly. It’s easy to say wonderful things about Aunt Bea. And it didn’t hurt that the Rabbi used to be Bobby Kennedy’s speechwriter. My mother delivered a magnificent eulogy that made everyone cry AND laugh. After the graveside service we went to the Spanish Tavern for a late lunch and story telling. As per Aunt Bea’s wishes she didn’t want the traditional Jewish Shiva. However, my mother did invite a few super close friends back to her own house and we planned on ordering pizzas. But the guest arrived armed with mountains of delicious food, wine, cheeses, and outrageous deserts. We told millions of Aunt Bea stories. We laughed. We cried. And we ate ourselves into food comas.
Wednesday, I was emotionally hung over and just felt exhausted. I spent the day, in my pajamas, LAZY AF, watching The Real Housewives of New York City, marathon style, on #BRAVO.
Thursday, I woke up totally refreshed and fully recharged. I went to a clients house to Organize, Clear, and De-Clutter her attic AND her garage. And holy mother of G-D it was HOT AS MOTHERFUCKING BALLS. By 10:00am it was close to 100 degrees outside, which meant it was probably 1,000 degrees inside of the attic. It was hotter than #fuckingflorida in August. Lifting gigantic boxes filled with photos, books, papers, and toys nearly killed me. Sweat poured into my eyeballs, blinding me, as I tried to carry a 35 inch box television from 1982 down the extremely narrow wooden attic staircase. When I got to the landing, I thought I was going to faint. Shaking, suffocating, and lightheaded, I decided to call my son to come to my rescue. Luckily, he was around the corner and arrived within minutes. He was able to remove the items I couldn’t lift without even breaking a sweat! I worked for five hours and I have to say I did an excellent job. That evening I treated myself to a fabulous candlelight bubble bath and slept like a rock.
Friday, I spent the day with my girlfriend Claudia. We had bagels and coffee and gossiped. And we laughed, and laughed, and laughed, until our faces hurt. That evening I made shrimp fra diavolo and it was DEEEEELICIOUS.
Saturday, I reflected on how rough the month of June has been for me. Getting totally super sick, dealing with burst pipes, and two family deaths. Being frustrated and upset when clients cancel, missing my parents, and going through Stage 4 of the grieving process. I really did NOT like the month of June AT ALL! But, somehow I got through it. And I am proud of myself for not letting my depression and anxiety totally get the best of me.
Sunday, I woke up THRILLED it’s a new week and a NEW MONTH! Hello, July! And hello, Stage 5, ACCEPTANCE! This month, I vow to be more aggressive with advertising to get more clients for OCDWITHME. I vow to work harder on the freelance writing site. And I promised my son I would ‘get out there and start dating’ again. *gasp* Now, I’m not really sure how that is going to work, because I’m not into hanging out in bars picking up random dudes. But mostly because, I am terrified of online dating! And I am pretty sure this wont go over so well in my bio: “Looking for a FUNNY, 50 year old man, on the fast track to marriage – with full GROWN children (21 & over) or no children at all – must have a fat bank account, and willing to relocate to Manalapan.” I thinking that alone will send all potential candidates running for the hills! So if anyone has ‘dating advice’ I’m all ears.
And that’s a wrap, folks!
See you next week.
Love,
M
