June really took a whack outta me. Not that I didn't deserve it. The schedule we kept, between baseball, lacrosse, school play, end of year activities at both schools, a long weekend in New England with a wedding, catching up with 4 different sets of friends and some sight seeing plus a 5 day hike in the White Mountains (a story all its own) was aggressive by any standards.
Now I am back, and even after a week at work and a childless weekend at home (thank you, Jump Camp and Outing Club), I barely feel any better. Perhaps it was the fact that we were abruptly moved out of our office and re-located for 4 days in a box-filled, angst-ridden temporary location, and then had to move back in. Oh, that and the pipe that broke and backwashed sludge into our basement instead of sending it on to our sewer system.
In any event, I think my lack of control issues are more towards a dam that feels about to burst but hasn't yet--- no kid has melted down, no gigantic marital fights, no real shit show in the way of housekeeping.....but we are close on every level.
I am thankful for an upcoming long weekend with a nice forecast and no real plans, for a lucid moment this morning where I decided that it does NOT MAKE ME A BAD MOTHER not to attend every baseball game, and for the fact that I have decided to just keep breathing deeply and focusing on the moment before me. And I am totally having a lot of ice cream this week. (despite the fact that I am back on my healthy eating train.)
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