Oh dear. I had to take Kava Kava tonight.
I had a backup accident with my computer. The backup was done in reverse. Instead of backing up current data to the backup drive, the information on the backup drive, back from March, was copied onto the current drive.
I am less freaked out because I discovered that I actually made emergency backups of the most important files on May 29th. Quickbooks, Quicken, Peachtree and my budget spreadsheet. Those are the bare minimum backups that my life would be incredibly difficult if I did not have them. Thank God.
As it is, May 29th is 6 weeks back. But that is a millions times better than March 15th, where it was before I discovered I'd made backups on my camera card. I could never have recovered from that far back.
Now I just have to stop thinking about what's gone, like our income taxes which I created with the use of H & R Tax program. I do not recall making a hard copy. Instead I created a PDF. Maybe I did print out a hard copy somewhere. Agh. Agh. But the most important thing I needed was my husband's accounting.
Now we'll see how I handle this. I mean, prior to GAPS I know this would be a very dramatic hit to my adrenals. I would be totally wiped out tired and exhausted.
This is what usually happens to me. I'm going along real good, staying up with the housework and then some crappy crisis like this happens. I am going to have to recreate six works of data next weekend. We have to file monthly taxes in Arizona and so I don't have any extra time, it has to get done. Thankfully there has not been a ton of business and we printed out copies of the outstanding invoices a couple of weekends ago. I can use the duplicate check deposit slips to recreate the checks (and corresponding invoices) that were deposited.
But lost are the scans of everything since March. It will be okay. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.
But I can't spend time cleaning the house for hours and hours every day. Friday, Saturday and Sunday of this weekend I have worked cleaning the house, making the bed, washing dishes, counters, washing and folding and putting away clothes, every day for four or five hours. This next weekend, I will need to forego everything and then there goes my momentum. I was also planning to prepare new beds in my garden next weekend. I don't see that I'll have time for that.
My husband reminded me that this is not the end of the world. It's going to be okay.
Truly, it is a first world disaster.
It's just that I was doing so well staying on top of everything.
I guess I will just have to see how I cope. The problem is, I can't create more hours in the day. Something will have to give. And unfortunately, that's going to have to be the housework. It takes such a long time to get into a rhythm. I hate to lose that.
Well, I have to work tomorrow. I had better get myself to bed.