The world has significantly narrowed.
I’m still finding my footing in this new place. I haven’t had much time to read or write or keep up with the latest news on Facebook. I didn’t vote yesterday. I don’t mean to be an uninformed or unappreciative citizen or anything, but I’ve decided to bow out of paying any more attention to the race until it gets closer to the end. That’s all I’m gonna say.
I love having the kids home. The days have a much more steady feel to them. Before the morning was an hour-long burst of shoe finding and memory work. Once the kids left for school I usually took some time to tend to my technological social life. Then I’d decide it was probably time to do something else but I had no idea what. I was lost. Too much to do.
The seven hours of quiet house was nice. But it all quickly ended at 3:12 PM, the minute the door opened. The burst was back in full force. Then it was the battle over homework and Kindle turns. There were many times by 4 PM I was looking at the meeting schedule in disbelief, wondering how in the world I was going to survive living for six more hours.
The days are full, but not busy. I like that. I still am not sure what to do with the afternoon. That’s usually when I start to feel a twinge of boredom from the absence of more adult conversation. That’s when my mind needs a break from engaging the kids. Kids were not meant to be constantly engaged. Both mom and child need space.
There are phone calls at mealtimes and air conditioner guys walking through the house when I wasn’t expecting them. The camp cook stops by with the extra food, she’s just starting out, and well, she made too much for the group again. Could we use it?
Yes, Ma’am. Thank you. We can always use it.
I’m used to all that–but this is different.
A yoke has been lifted.
The weight is gone.