2.26.09
So last time I shot my mouth off about how I had achieved the nirvana of having a little down time — truly uncharted territory for me. I figured that would jinx it, though, and it seems to have done just that: I’ve spent the last two days being way over my head in activity.
And it’s not that I minded the work; I’m used to hard work, as parents always are. When I finally had a minute to think, though, I realized that what had really chapped my cheeks was that I’d been putting in all of that time and labor on a volunteer effort for people who would not know, much less care, that I’d done it. I felt unappreciated. Really unappreciated.
I know: boo hoo, boo hoo. That’s a way-up-there-on-Maslow’s-hierarchy-of-needs kind of problem. It’s also “just the way life goes.” It happens to everyone. Accept it. Face facts. Suck up and deal.
But boy, was I crabby.
What does this have to do with Sean? Precious little, except that 1) I probably would have crabbed at him if he’d been here, and 2) this may be the shape of things to come from here on out: feasts and famines of time as I continue to adjust to my new life as a mom with a child in college and one who’s not far behind.