By about 12:30 PM on Monday I was pretty sure my head was either going to explode or go spinning off my shoulders. It was close there for a bit. Between doctors’ appointments for my dad with a spine surgeon on Monday, and getting a back brace for him, going to work early, leaving late, and having to get my first aid/CPR training class done that evening, then multiple hours of testing for my oldest daughter this week- 8 of them to be specific- buying a wheelchair van for my Dad, and dealing with closing on a property, while trying to get in 40 hours of work, and other myriad smaller projects like finishing my concentration for Duke. Yeah. It’s been a crazy week. I feel like I’m the one keeping calm, while everything else goes insane, much like Alice in Wonderland.
I get that these are all very much first world problems to have. I could be worrying about where my next meal is going to come from, but this is also incredibly stressful. I get tired of eating fast food, and trying to squeeze in yet another meal on the run. Well, I also just get plain tired. But that’s neither here nor there. My animals don’t talk. My children do. Unfortunately, they also argue.
The point is that I get to be the one keeping calm, and making sure that everything keeps happening. Put one foot in front of the other. Make lists, and schedules, and just keep moving.