To say that I have been busy lately is an understatement. It is amazing how fast my days have filled up.
Mondays - Nanny half day, Girls on the Run, Softball
Tuesdays - Nanny full day
Wednesdays - Nanny full day
Thursdays - Nanny half day, Girls on the Run, Community Group
Fridays - nothing, thankfully--this is my day to sleep in--but I don't really sleep in, as i usually schedule things during this day. This Friday, for instance, is a hair appointment (WAAAAAY overdue), then lunch with some friends.
Saturdays - Work at Old Navy, hang out with my husband
Sundays - Volunteer at Kids Club at church
I have also been able to meet a bunch of people from church, so I have been spending at least one night a week with someone. On Tuesday, some girls from my women's retreat and I had dinner and then played Wizard.
All of this busy-ness has filled my days, but not necessarily filled my heart. I miss seeing my husband, I miss playing with my dogs, I miss photography. As much as I like a paycheck, I really enjoyed having available time. That is completely selfish of me, but it is true. I liked having a mostly clean house and dinner on the table. Now, I am lucky if I can clean one room at a time and have dinner thawed by the time Nick gets home.
Nick's mom and husband were here last week. We went to the beach one day, and on the way home, I pulled up some getting-to-know-you questions off the Internet. This is one of my favorite car activities, even with people I think I know really well. One of the questions got me thinking: "What drives you?" I like to think my answer would be "passion", or "excitement", or "love". But my honest answer was, "Being a financially contributing member of our family."
It has been exhausting getting used to nannying. Alex and I didn't have the greatest of beginnings. We are working out the kinks piece by piece, but it has definitely been a learning process. I have said it a bunch of times before, but I'll say it again: props to moms. They have THE HARDEST job on the planet, and I will never take them for granted, ever. I'm just sad I'm not able to tell my own mom.
A few days after the year anniversary of mom's passing, I had a breakdown at nannying. Alex had a really terrible morning. He wouldn't go to sleep, even though he needed to, and he just screamed and screamed. I couldn't put him down, I was tired, and I couldn't think straight. I actually had to call his mom to come back home from work to take care of him. I was sobbing by the time she got home. In fact, that was the only time Alex stopped crying--apparently my tears made him curious enough to stop crying himself. I think that the impact of mom's absence was made all the more real to me that day. It wasn't on the day of the anniversary, it was a few days later, when all I wanted to do in the world was call my mom and ask her for help. I was overcome with sadness when I realized I would never be able to do that again...not for when I'm having trouble with Alex, and not for my own children I hope to have someday. I don't live in a sad place most of the time. But that day, I couldn't get myself out of it. Thankfully, Alex's mom is very understanding, and let me go home. Not a day I want to repeat anytime soon.
Gaydene and Nick's visit
Girls on the Run