Am I doing them?
I think I am mentally exhausted. It feels like the last two plus weeks have been a mind numbing emotional roller coaster.
So many emotionally charged highs, tempered by equally extreme emotional lows. For someone that like their pendulum to sway gently in the middle, these extremes are wearing me out.
Heck even Mother Nature appears to be throwing a temper tantrum as the mild 60 and 70 degree days that we've come to enjoy this "winter" have given birth to huge snowflakes dancing around the Bradford Pear blossoms. It won't stick, just small little patches on elevated surfaces, but it is definitely distracting.
Instead of writing, I should be tidying the house, ironing clothes, or maybe even washing some. I could do our taxes or even make a menu for the upcoming week. Or complete the two commissioned quilts in my sewing room. I could be using the quiet and calm to catch up on a million work items that would bring me a bit more balance.
Nope... instead I find myself a bit envious of my daughter who is scurrying around getting ready to head out for a nice spring break vacation.
I think Hubs and I need to manage to steal one of those before too long. It doesn't even have to be lengthy or exotic. Just peaceful. A bit of time to catch up on shows, play some cards, go for long hikes. A reset.
He's being amazing with the long hours I am putting in. Walking the boys and keeping himself entertained. But it feels disjointed, off-center. We are supposed to go out tonight, I am hoping we do, I'm very excited to go and "play". He's been fighting a tummy bug, so it's possible that he won't be going. That seems to be the story of our lives lately.
We're holding on to each other for dear life and chaos is swirling around us. I know that is how life is, but then I have to stop and wonder... is it?
Some of the people that are causing me the most grief, are the very ones that are living a "balanced" life. Is that how it works? Are there some people that are more entitled to that balance than others?
Doesn't seem right, but... who knows.
The newest grand was under the weather for the past few days, when you are barely two weeks old, that can be a problem. It wasn't. She's okay. But it's still scary and unsettling. The older grand is showing a few signs of needing a bit less of her sis... and a bit more of the life she used to have. The adjustment period is going to be a bit of a struggle. Hopefully this little vacation will help all three of the girls mellow and meld.
There is just too much turmoil and angst lately. So many amazing things are being wrapped in a blanket of struggle and disappointment. So many people are deliberately hurtful, destructive and plain mean. Everywhere I turn I am surrounded by people that are pure takers. You know the kind... do for me, do for me... and then in return... crickets.
All of this is making me tired. Joy gets sucked out of life when you are surrounded by that.
So today, instead, I am chilling.
I am taking that long bath, the kind where you lounge and read until the water gets chilled and it's been so long that it takes a full minute or two for the water to come back up the pipes for your shower.
I'm putting my feet up with a hot coffee, enjoying the soft snores of my little old guy lounging on the sitting room couch. Cherishing each gray whisker. And treating him with extra strips of chicken when he does wake up and come find me.
I'm simply taking a bit of time to just be. I need it. I need to block out people that think it's okay to hurt other's because of something lacking in their character.
I need to not solve the world's problems, or even my own.
I need to relish the fact that I got a few hours with my daughter for her birthday, snuggling the littlest, and finally seeing the oldest.
I hope Hubs ends up being able to go out. I need it. But if not, I will understand. The same way that he has to when I can't do what he needs.
I feel strongly that I need "instead" to balance out my world.... You?