Be a parent. Seriously. You can even be an animal parent and get nothing done. I got home yesterday and ate something and did one thing online for school, and then left for the senior awards ceremony…and sat through 2.5 hours of it.
The plus is that the girlchild was up there three times, and one was pretty exciting for her, because they say how much her scholarship was and where she’s going, and people are impressed by that…
So that makes her feel good, and she’s such a stress monkey at the moment that I’m OK with that.
So we sat there in an uncomfortable metal chair and I couldn’t even concentrate enough to read my book. And then we ate dinner out like a big family of crazy people (because we are) and by the time we got home, it was 10 PM and I was exhausted. Somehow I managed to feed the dog and do something while drinking a cup of tea (please don’t ask me what I was doing, because I really don’t know), and I considered trying to iron the bathtub piece to the background, but I could not find the energy AT ALL. And I was pretty sure I would fuck it up if I did.
Shocking really. So I went to bed early (for me). And then woke up at 2:36 AM and again at 5:21 AM and that damn mockingbird was mocking me (like they do), so I put a pillow over my head until the alarm went off. Actually, I checked the clock again three minutes before the alarm was supposed to go off, and in my special crazy, I tried to go back to sleep for those three minutes because they really mattered.
Can’t guarantee I’ll be able to iron tonight either…I’ll be at work until 5:30 and then a meeting after that, and if I’m still alive after all that, it’ll be a miracle. Love this time of year. Really, I do. I will be collapsing from exhaustion soon. Possibly before 1st period even starts.
Kitten still doesn’t believe Babygirl’s not here, so she’s still running around paranoid, looking around corners and racing down hallways. Who knows how long it will take for her to get used to this being a safe space again, even though Babygirl wasn’t up to her normal terrorizing self for the last two weeks. Sigh. Miss the kitty.
Kathy Nida 