Under normal circumstances today would have been a welcome change of pace. With two active boys our weekends tend to be pretty busy and I’m always craving a day to kick back, relax, and unplug. Yet today had more of a melancholy vibe.
Under normal circumstances today would have been a welcome change of pace. With two active boys our weekends tend to be pretty busy and I’m always craving a day to kick back, relax, and unplug. Yet today had more of a melancholy vibe.
I’m not one to panic or even worry about much when it comes to safety and health, but this coronavirus stuff has me a bit on edge. I spent the last two days researching, creating policies, helping prep people for work at home and communicating procedures surrounding the pandemic. Top my week off with two trips to Kroger (usually my happy place) and I’m pretty damn exhausted.
My little guy turned 10 today. I’m not going to say the time flew by because in all actuality parenting is hard. Occasionally I wake up and suddenly realize, “oh shit, I have two sons,” while wondering why anybody left me responsible for innocent children. But in all reality, I’ve earned my parenting stripes over the last decade in part because Harry keeps me on my toes.
I can’t think about COVID-19 any more today.
I have needs and I have wants. We all do. Sometimes it’s hard to distinguish between the two. Actually, it’s usually hard to distinguish between the two.
I’m not a fan of the lottery. Maybe because I’m a big short story fan and I’ve read Shirley Jackson’s “The Lottery” a few too many times (If you’re not familiar, I suggest taking the time to read it here). More likely, I realize the likelihood of winning the lotto is slim to none so I go into it with a sour attitude.
Any way you slice it, there are only 24 hours in the day. Even when we spring forward, or fall backward, we’re not making or losing time. So why do we torture ourselves with the Daylight Savings charade? I’ll never understand it.
The sun came out today! And even though I had a video to finish editing this morning and three parties this afternoon and evening, I prioritized squeezing in a pedicure. I assumed the place would be packed, but when I got there and asked if they could take a walk-in the place was a ghost town.
This week has been rough. Not only did work kick my ass, but I had several projects hanging over my head that I struggled to find the time to complete because I was working 12+ hour days. Top it off with my Lenten commitment to daily blogging and it’s been a recipe for exhaustion.
Expectations are a dangerous game. Setting them too low and you’ll never fail, but also never grow. Set them too high and you’ll get discouraged. Worry about others’ expectations and you’ll be miserable. Have expectations of others and you’ll most certainly be disappointed.
Working full-time and trying to be involved in school and church while also paying attention to my family and friends is exhausting. There are never enough hours in the day. I’m perpetually fatigued. I’m constantly forgetting things. I’m frazzled. I’ve not completed my To-Do List in so long the item that keeps rolling over from one day to the next is “take wedding dress to dry cleaner.” OK, maybe that’s an exaggeration—mostly because we had such a good time on the farm my dress wasn’t salvageable anyway—but I keep putting off things I want to do for things I have to do.
After a 14 hour day I decided Tuesday was harder than Monday. Good grief! Do you think I’ll ever get into the swing of having a big girl job again?
