And cook breakfast, lunch and dinner to hungry teen people?
How did I do all the things I love before? And work?
A few weeks ago, I thought I would lose my mind. I couldn’t sit around my house
one. more. day.
I Facebooked. Yes, but Facebook is more about cute posters and quotes
instead of real, clean status updates.
I Instagram picture of my children. But mostly, my dog.
Chet in the morning, Chet at the breakfast table, Chet at 3:11, when he waits for the bus.
I would venture to say that my ADHD has really paid off in terms of keeping me busy.
I don’t know what’s happening, but I feel a shift.
One boy is getting ready to look at colleges.
The other boy is making me proud by emotionally becoming present. Really present.
He is the truth holder in our family. You can’t get much by him.
We continue to forge on in this new path we’ve been carving out amid the ruins.
And, it’s good, really good.
But. Something is shifting. I want to run, yet running makes my foot sing.
I’m in “wait”.
For a job, or retirement, or foreclosure, or changing towns.
And. until the shift is complete, I am in neutral.
Which is sort of a cool place to be.