It’s been a long while since I’ve had a chance to write. Even as I type this, I don’t have the time to write. Due to an exhausting day, I passed out probably around 8 pm while settling DS 20 months to bed. He woke up 2 am in need of a drink and diaper change. While not bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, I am wide awake and he is once again asleep. The part of me that says go back to sleep is losing out to the other half that wants the solitude of a quiet house and sleeping occupants.
“Busy” seems to be a way of life these days for most people. When asked “How are you?” Response:”Busy”. I don’t deny anyone’s level of busy-ness. For me, let’s bump it up a notch. Here’s my version of “busy” since August:
- Kids in camp for part of day, then not in camp the rest of the day. Start/end times all different. Walking them to/from in the hot, scorching sun in “House of the Sun”. Then having everyone home all afternoon after 2:00. No pool. No yard. No basement.
- Having an 18 month old who is into everything and also climbs. Nuff said.
- Job hunting
- Husband had a heart attack. Two nights and three days in the hospital. Six weeks later, a second stent and another hospitalization. Which coincided with the start of school for both kids and me (found new job, hired less than two weeks before the first day.) Of course, the after care programs had not started and the bus service from school for DS5 messed up, hence spending an infinite amount of time on the phone and messaging regarding after school care, rides, etc.
- Doing the work of two people while husband is recovering.
- DD coming down with strep.
- DS5 breaking a toe. (Opened the door on his toe, door won)
- DS5 tripping up the steps, gashing open his lip where it meets the face, and having to go the the ER for stitches from a plastic surgeon (a week to the day of heart surgery #2)
- Most of the above activities without household help or extra hands because it’s “chofesh hagadol” and the entire community has either left town, left the country, or out on day trips. Word of advice: ever ever have a baby, a medical emergency, or other major event during this period of time because it is like the Ingalls family in Little House on the Prairie. You are ALONE. Angels show up when you least expect them, but you can’t plan for them.
Just when things are starting to get into a rhythm, we’ve got Rosh Hashana in a week, which will kick-off the High Holiday season. So much for our newly established routine.
So, my friends, when I say “I’m busy.”, it’s not the standard line. I mean it. There 3 precious hours left to get sleep before the crew wakes up and it’s time to start the morning routine. So goodnight…or do I say good morning because it’s after midnight? In any event, I don’t have time to ponder the question. Sheuf gezunt.
Thanks for reading.
Karen aka The Klutter Koach
September 26, 2016