I am still here dear interwebs. But it is complicated.
I have started my new job. I think it is going to be good and interesting and a lot of positive things. But it is so very hard to be new. You forget all the things about work that you "just know" that you had to learn somewhere, sometime.
I hate that feeling. The feeling of not knowing if being 5 minutes late is a big deal, or wondering if the internet police are watching you. You know. The actual work? No biggie. I have that handled. The office part? Making friends part?
Hard.
My children, as is their way, are not making it easy on me. Charlie does not sleep. ever. He is a climber and appears to be wired to be an engineer. He is going to have to move to a big bed sooner than I would like (since he doesn't sleep) and I am going to have to put 2 stacked baby gates in his room so he doesn't roam the house and burn the place down. We learned he can climb out of the crib not by a big crash and cry, but by Mike opening the door to our bedroom to find every light in the house on, all the blankets, pillows, toys, other miscellaneous stuff in our living room all over the house and Charlie, happier than a clam wearing nothing other than his diaper. Because apparently ninjas do not wear pants. ever.
We are still adjusting to school for the Luke. He has some good days and some bad days. His mother is not the greatest at communicating with teachers. Mike in fact, has been appointed the official communicator with the school. Momma bears are tricky it seems.
Dorothy. My sweet, fierce Dorothy has sucked the life from me. She NEVER wants anyone other than her to talk. She constantly interrupts and then says nonsense. Breaking her of this habit without breaking her spirit is exhausting.
Mike. Remember him? Me too. Barely, like a distant memory we are having a hard time spending even 10 minutes together. That makes me sad, but the issues above make it a reality right now. We will find a way to spend some time together, but it might have to wait til the holidays. ha.
I will try not to be gone so long. I have missed you.
I hate that this being a grown up thing has to be so hard sometimes. Thinking of you and your brood of loyal, fierce, sleepless pants less ninjas. We will get our time away. Soonish? Love you!
ReplyDelete(2nd attempt - the interwebs swallowed my first comment) I know that I'm somewhat of an outlier when it comes to conversations about Ventage kiddos, but I can offer you some hope (not Hope) from the other side. After the sleepless nights & ninja toddlers comes 1/2 day Fridays at Starbucks....blog reading & people watching. Hang in there, sweet friend.
ReplyDeleteI miss you. I miss road trips to grocery shop and scheming and feasts.
ReplyDeleteBut, I love the new kind of fabulousness that your incredible children have brought to our friendship and to my life.
Here's to the next phase. . . whatever it might bring.