Busy Busy

It seems like I’ve been heading out to do something, somewhere, every day lately.  Getting up early (for me), rushing out of the house, not getting into bed until 2 or 3 in the morning.  Everything has started to slide.  Blog posts don’t happen when I’m busy running around.  The past few days, even devotions have started to slide. A lot of the running around, though, has been leisure time, time with friends, without kids.  It makes the busy-ness a little less stressful, although it still takes a bit of a toll.  Renaissance Festival with all the yummy wheat-ful foods, staying at friends’ houses until midnight or later, a Kid Rock concert, Denny’s at 1am.


Meanwhile, Jarod says I don’t take care of him, he hates me, and he wants to hide from me.  It’s a constant refrain from him, and not an unfamiliar sentiment for that age, either.  I’m a horrible mother who never gives him ice cream, insists on a curfew for playing outside with friends…I even make him go to bed and stay there at night!  Awful. Just awful.  Yesterday he complained because I keep saying we’re going to start school up again soon, but we haven’t yet…and I know that the very first day we try to do schoolwork, he’s going to complain about that, too.  I can’t win.

Kender has decided to take us to a whole new level of deafness and breakage with his screaming and banging furniture around.  So far, the drums and beanbags have not filled their (hoped-for) purpose of substituting for banging and throwing things.  I keep trying to redirect, but some days you just have to follow him around all the time to keep him out of trouble.  I think fondly of having an in-home para-pro on those days.  Back in the real world, I am counting the days until the dog comes home, because this is just one more area where the dog will help.

In the meantime, with all the busy busy and running around…my meds are still working!  I’m able to keep going, do some housework and sewing fitted in with everything else, and even when I get worn out (like I did walking the Ren Faire Saturday), I can rest and recover, instead of being dead for the next 24 hours.  I feel like I’ve got a whole new life opening up, and it’s very exciting.

Published by solinox

I am a Wiccan priestess, a libertarian mother of triplets plus three, a wife and homeschooling mom to blind and autistic children, a fiber artist, and a Jane of All Trades, always learning and seeking to help.

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