You know, I’m done. Somehow I managed to dig myself into a deep hole of craziness and stress and guilt. Right before Mother’s Day, too. I’m good that way.
Today J watched 4 hours of TV because I was desperately digging myself out of three weeks of work. Once I get the boys in bed this evening I will continue to dig.
The recent crisis that started the hole is more or less over. It was a school issue. Nothing A did, nothing we did, nothing his teacher did. But he will be going to the new school behind our house next fall. Part of fighting battles is knowing which battles to fight. And I’m done. I’m done worrying, I’m done screaming and crying, I’m done. Most of all, I’m done driving…Quicken told me how much we spent on gas in the last two years. After regaining consciousness, we did a pro/con list and made our decision. It was extremely difficult, but it’s what’s best for our family. Oh, and the new school will be a good one. Always a plus when there’s a GT school with a GT principal for your GT kid in your backyard. Lest you think driving/gas prices made the decision for us…uh, no. But it was a factor…and the one that caused me to hyperventilate.
And the effin’ Democratic candidate race can end any day now. That’s all I’m sayin’.
So I’m moving forward. I’m removing as much as I can from my life. Still trying to figure out exactly what those things will be, but I have to do it. Trying to do the mom/home/work thing 16 hours a day, then slamming my head into my pillow, isn’t exactly healthy. And I have exactly 3 1/2 weeks to figure it all out; both boys are done with school by May 30th.
That scream you just heard? Yeah, me.