I’ve started and stopped this blog post about a dozen times since the beginning of the year. I feel like I should let you all know that I’m still alive, but I’m struggling with what to say, exactly. I guess the best thing to do is my usual approach–stumble into it and see if I can rediscover my voice along the way.
I’ve already shared that 2016 was the hardest year of my life. (more…)
That moment you think you have six months left in your demanding volunteer job, but then realize it’s only five months:
Pretty sure Schroeder and Lucy represent the folks in my troop who want me to change my mind.
Overall, really, everyone has been super about my decision. They get it. And I’ve been in this job for three years and on the governing board of my troop for a total of five years. It’s time for a break.
Of course, I think people want me to change my mind, but not this time (I’ve done it before). This is a good time for me to step down. The troop is stable, we have a great charter organization, we have an active and involved parent group, and the girls are thriving. I’m leaving at a high point.
In any case, June 7 is my last day in this job. I’m nearly giddy. I know summer will be its normal, frantic self, so I don’t know how much writing will get done then. But I do know that some will get done next fall.
Not gonna lie–I’ll be glad to say goodbye to this year.
This hasn’t been the worst year ever, but it’s been far from the best. I’m exhausted from the constant roller coaster of emotions. Not only am I on my own roller coaster, but parenting teens automatically puts me on their roller coasters as well. And then there are the two tweens–one who will enter that mysterious realm of teenagehood in May, the other who will enter middle school in September.
It was cold this morning. Cold and dry, after more than a week of rain that ranged from heavy to downpour. The hubby was gone already, headed to the Midwest for a few days. I’m sure he probably kissed me goodbye before he walked out the door, but I didn’t stir till my alarm went off at 6:00. (more…)
School is officially in session for all four kids. The youngest started on September 1, the freshman started on the 8th, and the junior and the 7th grader started on the 9th. And it’s been quite a ride so far. The oldest three went from a small private school to a large public high school and medium-sized public middle school. All the kid activities are in full swing, too. Lots of changes–lots of stress. We’re still working on settling everything down.
On top of those things, our freezer is dying, and the kids’ bathroom has a leak somewhere around the bathtub. We haven’t found it yet. I’d move, but the quality of the neighborhood has taken a nose dive, and I don’t see it improving any time soon. Plus, moving with four kids just really isn’t appealing at all.
But the biggest thing is that I seem to keep bumping up against conflict every time I turn around right now. (more…)
I don’t know what happened to my summer. It blew by in a whirlwind of errands, appointments, campouts, projects, events, and kid ferrying endeavors. What quiet moments I did have were spent largely on volunteer work. (more…)