Stasis

I really do want to do better at this blogging thing.  I do.  But there's just not much to blog about.  Especially here--my health is OK for now.  Not much going on. Just working, drinking a lot of water, going home.

Oh!  Peyton's best friend, Morgan, and her Dad are staying with us for a while.  Peyton's thrilled, and I'm thrilled, but also very frequently overwhelmed.  I'm no longer used to sharing my space with another adult.  It feels really weird.  I actually pretty much hate it. They also have a dog and a cat.  The cat is just hiding from everyone now, which is totally fine, but their dog is a total instigator.  She likes to pick play fights with Roxy, but Roxy isn't used to that, so she takes it very seriously and treats it like a fight.  It gets a little tense.  She also likes to try to lick Bishop's junk, and he DEFINITELY doesn't like that.  So my house is kind of a dog fight club.  Ugh.

This is all pretty challenging for my easily overwhelmed, introverted self.  I don't feel like I have anywhere to hide and I'm not getting that alone time to recharge my batteries like I need.  So I know I'm a complete basket case and I'm taking it out on everyone, and I need to stop, but I'm having a hard time coping with all of that in general. And then I feel really bad for being such an awful person, which makes it even worse, and for the past week, my anxiety has been ramped up as high as it gets, 24/7. I'm not very fun to be around right now. And I'm not sleeping well because of the anxiety, so I'm also very, very tired.  I might make it a super early night and take a sleeping pill or something. Any port in a storm, eh?

It's not all stress, though.  Morgan helps around the house A LOT.  More than my kids do. Yesterday, she helped me make homemade hot pockets--we did chicken cheddar broccoli and also chicken bacon ranch.  Everyone seemed to love them--and it was Morgan's first time making bread.  She did it all on her own, too!

I wish I had better things to update you on, but I don't.  The house we live in has no railing going up the front steps, so I'm regaining balance by force--I guess that's something I can share.  I mostly just feel like an old woman any more.  I wish I didn't, but here I am.  Not a lot of choice.

Maybe in my next post I'll tell you a little bit about my job.  It's pretty great, and I definitely love it (most days).