Things have been not so good lately, but each time I sit down to draft it out, 600 words later I have deleted it and closed the window. One of my friends from Facebook posted on one of my wall updates how I never seem to be happy, and frankly, the words stung with their accuracy. I have not been happy.
It’s not because there is a sense of “buyer’s remorse” over our moving Doodicus from a private school to a public in the hopes he would have access to more…more what? Yeah, well, that’s hard to explain. And the remark about Buyer’s Remorse came from the psychologist, not from Sparring Partner, myself or Dood, but it kinda sums things up nicely.
It’s not because Sparring Partner’s dad is slipping slowly away in a too-small nursing home room. The giant man whose presence in any room could not simply be ignored – not just because of his size – but because his distinct Bostonian voice could drown any cacophony of Midwesterners, has become an almost empty, cancer-riddled shell. Or that my mom’s Alzheimer’s is progressing in what seems like light-speed ever since Aitch started going to school and we see her less frequently. Talking with her about how the kids are adjusting to school, or the home projects, or just little stories about day-to-day happenings is like trying to write on a chalkboard in the middle of a rain shower.
My unhappiness is not because my son had a crisis that shook us all to our very quick; that incurred a standing appointment with the behavioral health department every other week, that made me ache to go back in time and tell him a thousand more times a day that we love him more than anything. I should have hugged him more even though he always wiggled or turned away. Especially when he wiggled and turned away.
It is that culmination of emotional weight and stress and a feeling your life is spinning wildly off course even though there was never a course to begin with to follow. I know it will slow down enough so I can catch my balance. Yesterdays always seem much simpler, and certainly less of a burden. They are the days that no longer have long lists of things to-do and the things un-done. They are just simply the days that were. Tomorrows are hard because they are filled with expectations, anticipations, dread and worry.
I am hoping just for better tomorrows. Maybe even happier.
Punch Drunk 
I can definitely relate to this post. I always feel like the debbie downer, but it’s because life right now (and for the past 3 years) has just been crappy. I hope you find some balance. Lovely writing. Hang in there!
I wish I had the perfect comment… unfortunately I don’t. All I can say is I’m here for you and I’m reading.
I’m sorry for all that you’re going through. It’s a lot.
I hope that your tomorrows get easier. Sounds like things are rough on many fronts right now. I wish that weren’t the case. xo.
Hoping your better tomorrows start soon. xoxoxo
Everything all at once – doesn’t it always seem to work out that way? I hope that things ease soon….
Sending love and hugs and candy.
I’m sorry that things are tough on so many fronts at the moment… wish there was a magic wand to fix at least one of those things…
And, yes, sometimes it would be nice to just rewind and stay put for a bit… pick and choose which of those “golden” times we want to keep for a bit…
Thinking of you and hoping things get easier in some way…
Wish you all the best.
I don’t think there’s anything I can say to “fix” you or all of the heavy things in your life right now but thought maybe letting you know I’m reading/listening and rooting for you might help.