Emotionally, it’s been a long week and I’m just glad it’s finally over.

It has been a pretty good week. And I’m grateful that this is the first time in a long time that I haven’t been overwhelmed with dread during the holiday season. I don’t know if it’s because I’m finally healing or if it’s because of the restrictions that this Covid crisis ended up placing upon everyone in terms of gathering. I guess I’ll know for sure when next year comes around. Maybe it’s a sign I need to start doing things differently. I don’t know. I just know I don’t want it to go back to the way it was in the past.

It’s been a busy and productive week this week. Honestly, I wish things felt less hectic and that I didn’t have to choose between which balls to juggle and which to let drop. I suppose then my life wouldn’t be the “art of chaos” if I had the luxury to juggle everything everyday.

Another week where I haven’t tracked anything. Part of the problem is that I still haven’t replaced Little Bear’s broken monitor, so him and I are sharing a computer. The other problem is my sleep is all over the place. I need to be helping Tuxedo Cat with his remote learning during the day more while homeschooling Little Bear at night when he’s the most active. All the while I’m trying to figure out how I’m supposed to get caught up on the blog with what I still had planned to post and get ahead on whatever I’d like to do for next year. Let’s not even get into the struggle of balancing my love life and the holidays into all this. To say overwhelmed doesn’t even quite cut it here. At least I’m not a sinking ship that’s on fire this time around. So that’s something. I’m just one running with half the circuits tripped on the board, trying to fend off a total shutdown is all. But I’m not sinking and I’m not on fire, so that’s a win. I keep telling myself this. I will survive this crazy ass storm, just like I have with all the others before. But damn, I’m tired.

I don’t know why I forgot to post this, but I did. Sorry about that.