I’m not really in the best frame of mind to be writing a post right now. And we need to be out the door for swim lessons in 40 minutes, and I haven’t showered (and one of my children is still in bed). But I need to let a little bit of my angst out.
I’m discouraged to report that I am not really enjoying our summer so far. And I’m more than a little irritated with myself because of it.
I don’t know exactly what it is. I do know that I went from having my husband home all the time (and just one daughter) to having my husband gone and all three of them at home.
And I know that our mornings are consumed by swimming lessons (2 hours a day for 2 weeks). And I know that we’ve spent at least 2 hours at the pool almost every single afternoon and/or evening for the past 3 (?) weeks.
And we’ve been to the doctor/dentist 5 times this month, which is 5 more times than we went in the last 2 years, it seems. And the girls are having play dates with friends right and left.
And I’m drowning.
I feel like I can’t get anything done. The house has gone to pot. My writing projects are on hold. My blog is languishing. I can’t keep in touch with anyone.
I know. Get some real problems, right?
I feel like I’m so far behind on Cambodia prep (we leave 2 weeks from today!). Our bills are coming in faster than they’re getting paid. Gabe works hard all day, then has to come home and work at night.
It just hasn’t been much fun.
Any suggestions for how I can snap out of this funk and get some joy back? If your comment involves some variation of “get over yourself; summer is for your kids,” well, I probably deserve it.
Actually, a quick prayer for my attitude and state of mind would be even more helpful than advice.