It’s 6:30 on a beautiful autumn evening. The air is crisp breezing through the screen door. Shaunna is at her father’s, and JJ and Bekah are outside playing until dinner is done. The athletic field is full of teens playing football; Black Sabbath is wafting in through the background, mixed with the sounds of fans cheering. Nothing like a little Crazy Train to get you in the mood to blog. I am enjoying a glass of Merlot, contemplating my life.
I haven’t blogged much lately. I wish I could say it’s because I got a new job, or a new man, or both. But it’s not. I just haven’t been in the mood. For awhile, I was keeping up with my favorite bloggers, but now, I’m not even doing that.
I’ve become complacant. I’m bored with my life. Not to say there haven’t been some exciting things going on.
- My co-worker went on furlough and never returned.
- I’m training a woman who was hired as temp-to-perm, for the very position that I have been doing for almost 17 months. The very position that has opened because my co-worker quit. And the very position I’m pretty sure I won’t be getting.
- I’ll be doing the month-end close process for the first time tomorrow. Wish me luck.
- I had such a bout of stress last week, I had to have a physical therapy student work on my shoulder. It was so bad, I was in tears. (The pain, not the session.)
- JJ’s in therapy (which I totally forgot to take him to tonight.) He had aggression issues at day care this summer (which I did not blog about.)
- I caught Nancy driving around our neighborhood. It’s the second time I’ve caught her, and Shaunna caught Jim once. I wish they would just leave us alone.
- I think I’m suffering from depression. My friend told me I’m in a rut. Which made me more depressed.
- I feel like I’m being pulled in a million directions. There’s always something that needs my attention. A form that needs to be filled out and returned to school or day care, school fundraisers, grocery shopping, bath time, shower time, homework time. I need to do something for me.
So what is a single woman with the next two weekends free of children to do with herself? I’ll let you know when I decide.
I’d wondered where you’ve been. As pretty as fall is, I often find the onset of the dark months fall right in line with the onset of depression. Helloooooo Seasonal Affective Disorder! Hope you find something fun to do this weekend to perk yourself up. <>
Oh, and if your kids have camera phones? Get them to take pictures of Jim & Nancy stalking you. Then go file an order to make stop it. That’s harassment and there are laws against it. Get a restraining order if you need to.