Yes, things have improved of late but I cannot honestly say I’m not ready for a new year. This one has really worn out its welcome – actually, it had done that by June or so, but we won’t dwell on that.
Can I stop now?
No, not really. I just might want to curl up and sleep for a while, if nobody minds.
My daughter had her EEG last week, she goes in for an MRI tomorrow morning. Her age? She’s 1. Sigh.
My son has started pre-school and speech therapy and is doing quite well. Trying to keep up with him is something else; he’s three. Let me just note that we learned an IMPORTANT lesson last night: there will be NO CHOCOLATE CAKE after dinner – that is just too late in the day for TIRED WIRED LOUD BOY. Ah, well – you live and you learn! 😀
Then there’s work. And my husband. His depression, my depression, OUR depression.
Well, life is certainly full of twists and turns; I have to give it that. And I’m sure, if I don’t like current situation, the situation will be slightly different tomorrow, then different again the day after that. And I can take steps to improve things. I am actually working on it. I’m just tired.
Things are about to change. We have decided to sell the townhouse and move back “home” – back to where the majority of our families are. We’ll then have help with the kids, help getting back on our feet, help and support in any number of ways. It feels good, it feels like the right decision even if it is a little sad.
I’m going to miss my townhouse, the rooms that I’ve gotten just the way I want them. I’m going to miss my yard, even though I never arranged it the way I wanted. I’m going to miss my neighborhood with its nice paths and playgrounds and lake. I’m going to miss the convenience of everything around me.
It will be ok, though. We’re finally taking steps in the right direction and moving on with our lives.