Moving On
I get asked how I am doing quite a bit. The answer is usually a “pretty good” or a “really well”. This time of year is hard already. My head is a jumbled mess of kids deadlines and activities and award ceremonies. I don’t have the time to think or ponder anything.
This last week we had Miss F’s 8th grade graduation. Well, they call it a “continuation”, not a graduation. I heard about it from another parent less than a week before. Miss Fabulous thought it was only for the 8th graders that were moving on to the high school here, so she didn’t pay attention to any of the announcements or tell me about it at all. I received an email about it from the school the night before. It is so entirely frustrating to have such a lack of communication! In the end, it was fine. MF wore her constellation dress, I managed to get a picture or two, and it was over within an hour. She’s done with the elementary years. It feels like we were just in the kindergarten years struggling to get her to stay in her classroom for the ENTIRE time. She has been developing her talents in music and art. She wants to look into digital animation for a career.
I made caramels for the kids teachers, for people who had asked for them, for the people who brought us meals, etc after my D&C. Some people seem really surprised I have “bounced back” so quickly. Yes, in the hustle of everything and out and about, I’m doing well. Every so often it hits me, something will remind me...not just remind me but almost slap me with an unfairness of it all, and then I find myself dealing with emotions and thoughts I don’t necessarily know what to do with.
It seems like every night is filled with one or two ball games. T-ball (Rose), Coach-pitch (Dash), Minor League fast pitch softball (Star), and, of course, John has his games too. Dinner is on the run. We figure out who is going to where. We stand out in the rain or the shine, but mostly rain.
I’m madly trying to get everything we need set aside from the rest of the house. We were asked to be the entire program in church tomorrow...haven’t started prepping that. The master bath still needs to be finished (more mud, more sanding, primer, paint, caulk, floors, counters and cabinets, sinks, mirror, etc). We want to fish more, hike more, see more.
And then, suddenly, it seems to just stop. School is out. A season is over. The movers are here. The house is ready, whether we are or not. The time for our ferry will be here before we know it.
This last week we had Miss F’s 8th grade graduation. Well, they call it a “continuation”, not a graduation. I heard about it from another parent less than a week before. Miss Fabulous thought it was only for the 8th graders that were moving on to the high school here, so she didn’t pay attention to any of the announcements or tell me about it at all. I received an email about it from the school the night before. It is so entirely frustrating to have such a lack of communication! In the end, it was fine. MF wore her constellation dress, I managed to get a picture or two, and it was over within an hour. She’s done with the elementary years. It feels like we were just in the kindergarten years struggling to get her to stay in her classroom for the ENTIRE time. She has been developing her talents in music and art. She wants to look into digital animation for a career.
I made caramels for the kids teachers, for people who had asked for them, for the people who brought us meals, etc after my D&C. Some people seem really surprised I have “bounced back” so quickly. Yes, in the hustle of everything and out and about, I’m doing well. Every so often it hits me, something will remind me...not just remind me but almost slap me with an unfairness of it all, and then I find myself dealing with emotions and thoughts I don’t necessarily know what to do with.
It seems like every night is filled with one or two ball games. T-ball (Rose), Coach-pitch (Dash), Minor League fast pitch softball (Star), and, of course, John has his games too. Dinner is on the run. We figure out who is going to where. We stand out in the rain or the shine, but mostly rain.
I’m madly trying to get everything we need set aside from the rest of the house. We were asked to be the entire program in church tomorrow...haven’t started prepping that. The master bath still needs to be finished (more mud, more sanding, primer, paint, caulk, floors, counters and cabinets, sinks, mirror, etc). We want to fish more, hike more, see more.
And then, suddenly, it seems to just stop. School is out. A season is over. The movers are here. The house is ready, whether we are or not. The time for our ferry will be here before we know it.
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