and another week begins...

Ambivalent feelings about the ending of the weekend. On the one hand, there wasn't much fun to be had. Hubby and I were fighting for much of the time, and that is never good. Whenever we fight, I am always too angry and/or sad to be productive in any capacity. So the weekend was a bit of a wash in that respect (not much fun and not very productive), and for those reasons I am sort of looking forward to the week (hopefully more productive and enjoyable). On the other hand, it will be a busy week: completing and printing conference poster, travel arrangements for said conference, research, practica, school matters to be straightened out, financial matters to be handled, not to mention classes starting on Friday (I'll be teaching two classes this semester). But my last 2-3 weeks have been so productive and promising, that I feel good about starting (and getting through) this week. For a long time (~ 2+ years), it was hard to get through my work weeks, and the weekends and evenings were spent in exhaustion, dread, panic trying to complete things at the last-minute, worrying how it was all going to get done, and at the same time having very little energy or motivation to complete these things. (Apologies for the poorly constructed stream of thought sentence there).

It's getting late and past time for bed. Some parting thoughts about the good things that happened this weekend: hubby successfully set-up high speed internet (big yay!!), did somce cleaning/organizing of my stuff, and received phone calls and cards with warm wishes from family. I guess it wasn't such a horrible weekend after all.