Pup's got the right idea. The way to get through this is to keep busy. She's actually driving me crazy. She was spoiled. Now she's spoiled rotten.
I had to fight The Mister to move all the stuff off of the table we had downstairs where we sorted out our remodeling tools but after I did he's gone through three puzzles already. I hardly ever get to put a piece in. Jeesh.
I've been making bath bombs. The white ones are coconut sprinkled with pink Himalayan sea salt. The blue ones are Tropical Vacation sprinkled with black sea salt. They smell wonderful. The only place I feel safe and clean anymore is in my tub so I'm spending a lot of time in there these days. As soon as the sun goes down I'm in for a scrubbing and soak. Then I hop into bed and stay up all night watching people do stuff on You Tube.
I tuned up Paloma, my classical guitar. I haven't touched her since she got packed up for the big remodel but she's a great time killer so I dug her out. I don't actually play the guitar, I play with it. Big difference.
I've been painting dots. Don't ask why. I just have. I've been filling this paper up with dots for three days now.
The Mister borrowed my card room and my spare goats to make a birthday card for the daughter of his nephew who is turning four.
On nice days The Mister and I have been playing golf in the backyard. We play a tennis like game. He hits a ball to me and I hit it back. I spend a lot of time looking for my ball in the woods.
I also dug out my juggling gear and I have the bruised fingers to prove it. Yes, I juggle and I'm not half bad either. I used to impress the heck out of my first graders with my tricks. I learned early on that kids will do anything for you if they think you have magic powers and to a 6 year old juggling is magic.