I have a lovely email group and I mentioned to them that while I have plenty to do everyday, I’m BORED. I’m WAY bored. I know it’s a childish thing to say, but I am at a loss. I do not derive satisfaction from laundry or a beautiful dinner. I just don’t. Someone from the email group suggested that this is a normal reaction to having kids about to leave home. Makes sense, but (and it’s ALL about me) I’m still bored! 😉
I think part of my struggle is being married to a man who is supremely happy with his life. He no longer is a slave to a corporate restaurant. He goes to bed early, gets up early, eats a super-healthy breakfast, works out at the Y, works all day, comes home to a decent (on my good days) dinner and starts the whole cycle over again. And he’s happy as a clam. On the weekends, he still gets up early, races around taking care of the yard, the garden and whatever else strikes him. (I know, I’m so unlucky!) Poor man, married to me, the shrew … I’m never happy and I will fight to the death my right to sleep until lunchtime when I can. Even when I am happy, I’m not totally happy. Mike can’t win here.
For now, I don’t know that I can do much more than dwindle in between-land. The boys are here, they need to keep learning. I am here and I can facilitate that. But, then what do I do with Andy – will I be so burnt out that I can’t teach him at home? I’m not big on sending him to a gub’ment skool. I don’t know that we can afford private. Poor Andy. Stay tuned to learn his fate.
Anyway, I’m not feeling fun or funny lately and the blog is reflective of that. Sorry, folks. I’m sure I’ll collect my thoughts and get it all together soon. Hang in there with me, please?