Painting Delays

I wrote a post a long time ago, that has long since been deleted, called I Should Be Cleaning. I always feel like I should be cleaning (or sewing). This weekend I planned on painting my living room. Even in this moment, I feel like I should be working on that instead of plugging away at the keys of my computer. So far, filled all the holes and sanded. I cleaned half the area I was going to paint. I kind of gave up after that.

Why did it have to be this weekend? Well, the kids spent an extra day with dad so I could do it, but, more importantly, I was supposed to have 3 vacation days from work. Work got crazy and I decided to cancel my staycation.

I still felt an overwhelming pressure to paint this weekend.

I don’t have any weekends off until 2021 now. To be honest, I haven’t had a full weekend off since I started my job almost two years ago. With my custody with the kids, it makes more sense for me to work every weekend when they are with their dad. I did try to take off my 30th birthday weekend this year but they were pretty desperate and I worked the Saturday.

I am committed to actually taking some proper vacation time in 2021! I do not want to wait that long to paint though. My plan is to paint this week while the kids are asleep and some Tuesday while I am off work and the kids are at school. If I want to paint this week, what does that mean? Well, it means that my furniture is staying in the middle of the room. It means that my apartment will be a clusterfuck for the week while my kids are here, which is not what I wanted.

I am stressed and tired. I think tonight I will try to catch up on sleep. I will give myself some much needed self care. I need it. I can’t live on Monsters, RedBull and coffee everyday. Every few days I need a really good sleep. Maybe, I’ll be able to prime the walls tomorrow if I get the walls clean tonight.

To be honest, I feel so conflicted. Painting takes time away from daily chores I need to catch up on. I know that getting through this work will make me happy. I know that a few dishes can wait. I know that I can fold laundry while my kids are painting pictures. However it works out, I think it will be okay. Wish me luck!


Every time I try to keep a diary, I end up throwing it out. The first time I did this blog, I deleted everything. I’m a perfectionist. I also get so passionate in the moment and later feel like I look insane. Some things were written when I was in a very emotional state. I was going through a separation from my husband and I had just got diagnosed bipolar. I have mixed feelings about just writing that. On one hand, I don’t want anyone to know that I have been diagnosed that. I am also a fully functional human being. I have a job and usually work full time hours. I am a single mom with shared custody of two amazing kids.

I hope to move up in my company one day. Then I get scared. Will they read my blog? Will they find out I’m bipolar? Will it matter? I really hope that in this day and age, it won’t matter. I hope that if I randomly post a couple conspiracy theories I am seen as fun and quirky, not crazy. Maybe just the fact that I have a blog will give hesitation to promoting me. I do try have a boundary between work and my blog. There is a bunch of tiktoks I would love to make about work, but I’m too scared of being fired. You never know. We are in a day and age where this technological world is still new. That is just my opinion on it.

I also live with anxiety, but if anything it makes me a better employee (also, just my opinion). I am meticulous with details and following up with things. I don’t let anything fall off the wayside. I am not trying to boast. I can find work extremely stressful because of my anxiety. I am the type of person who would buy my own planner and make little work to do lists for each day, write down important deadlines, and notes if I have to get back to someone with an answer to something. I am 100% more affected with anxiety than bipolar. Maybe it is the type of bipolar I have, or the fact that I am on medication for it. I could easily opt for anxiety medication but I am coping and I am a big believer in exposure therapy. I noticed the longer I am in my role, the more good days I have, and the more comfortable I am at work.

Recently, I learned how to ship out packages. Every time I do it, I have anxiety. I double check that the address is right and perfectly align the labels on the box. I feel like I am doing a good job but I still have a fear that the senior employee will correct me. He is always really nice about it, but I still worry about it. I actually worry more that he won’t look and a mistake will be missed. In reality, I know I am doing things properly and worst case scenario is it will probably come back to us. Not the end of the world. For me, living with anxiety means things feel like a much bigger deal than they are. I know that, like other parts of my job, one day I will be able to ship packages without any second thoughts, it’ll just take some practice.

Personally, at this point in my life, I would not apply for a promotion until I was as emotionally ready as possible. I am being strategic about it. I am learning as much as I can. I am now going into my third department and learning it from the bottom up. Is this a completely necessary step for someone who wants to be promoted? No, but I find it helpful. The last time I was a manager, I started as a greeter. I later moved to cashier, then to keyholder. I was comfortable with this because I knew exactly what was expected from each position. My company now is much larger so I probably won’t have a chance to learn EVERY department bottom to top, but every bit helps. Nothing will completely prepare me for being promoted. I expect to have anxiety for a while, but I also expect it to go away eventually.

The one thing I need to remind myself of: most people get nerves with new tasks and in new positions. Maybe, someone with anxiety may struggle more, but that doesn’t make it less natural. I’m going to be okay eventually, as I master the skills, things will become second nature.