Disconnected...that is the thought that is running through my mind today. I've not been blogging or even keeping up on blogs that I enjoy reading (as I was reminded by an email from one of my brothers)...I've not been journaling. I have snatched a very few minutes to stitch a couple of evenings - once this week. I've not had much time with friends to connect and talk and share our lives. I am not even doing well at responding to emails.
School started about a month ago. Cross country season officially started 2 weeks later - Squirrel had 3 meets the first week and has 2 every week since one of which is on Saturdays. Stretch is also running mainly with weekend meets. I have missed more meets than I normally do already - that is a struggle for me. There have been 2 back to school nights (one for Squirrel and one for Dipstick). There is regular homework checks especially for Dipstick. Parent - teacher conferences are coming up already. Two nights a week we watch Little Bit for her mother so she can take classes to become a nurse and be better able to support herself and Little Bit. Grief Group starts tonight for Dipstick - and Wednesday night services have resumed for the fall.
In addition to all that...B had surgery last Saturday. It was "day surgery" in that he was able to go home that day. However he is not to do any heavy lifting, not supposed to be driving yet - he over-did it yesterday and was pretty beat last night. He was discouraged ...he does not do "sit and rest" well and had expected to be able to handle more by now. This afternoon he has his follow-up appointment and I am thankful to be able to go with him though it requires my taking my afternoon bus route off.
In addition to that appointment I hope to be able to get more daily housekeeping stuff done and start to get caught up on paperwork. I would also like to find my pictures I've downloaded on here and start organizing them. None of that has happened since we reformatted the computer. Eventually I will need to get an external hard drive for the pictures only. Tonight will be a late night as I am the one who takes Dipstick to Grief Group.
I feel like I only write here when things are not going well. One positive thing I am enjoying is the cooler temperatures and more deer sightings while I drive my bus. Yesterday morning the sunrise was beautiful and red - always wish I had a good camera along to get pictures of that.
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Right. Sit down and LISTEN TO ME, my friend.......... You HAVE to timetable in a few hours for yourself. Do you remember that post I wrote a million years ago about families? The one about the wheel?? Well, let me repeat it now especially for you.
The family is like a wheel (of your bus, which goes round and round). The husband/father is the rim of the wheel. The outer edge. The kids are the spokes and the wife/mother is the hub. Now, the wheel will turn if the rim is dented. Or if the spokes are broken, but NOTHING will make it turn if the hub is off centre.
I have learned over the years that spending all my time rushing around making sure everyone and everything is done is a disaster for me. You have to take even an hour now and then to start with, which is sacrosanct. Just for you to do something which brings you joy and makes you smile, or you will burn out.
Tie that man of yours to a chair if necessary. He has to follow orders or he will take forever to heal. Now that we are not 22 any more, these things take longer. And while I am lecturing you, timetable in one evening a week for the 2 of you. Those boys of yours will look after themselves for an hour or 2 while you spend some time together. If there is no time to enjoy life, the laughter dies, and you are absolutely NOT going down that track.
Have I shouted loud enough?????? Your friends care, Edith. So listen to me! I love visiting your place. You are my friend.
Good grief. I have never written such a long comment in my life!
Love the comment...and the word picture. Thanks for being my friend and caring to encourage me.
Edith - Listen to Linds.:)
Edith...listen to Mary!
LOL...I'm listening.
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