I’m feeling like a circus performer who learned just last week how to juggle and now find myself perched on one of those little platforms high up on one of the poles used to hold up the big top- poised to walk a tight rope suspended above nothing but dirt and I’m being asked to walk it while juggling knives.
No problem. My life is just spinning out of control.
Every time one of those knives I’m juggling comes my way, handle first, I’m relived to grab wood and not blade. Both kids were accepted into the schools of our choice.
We decided to keep Madie where she’s been but we opted to move Wilson. And with those decisions a few knives were put back into the drawer; at least temporarily.
Mark’s job situation; with its rotating options makes me feel like I’m juggling with the added challenge of doing it one handed.
Add in a few trips all piled up on top of each other, tornados touching down with my children in one state and me in another, sleep deprivation and coordination that would make proud even the most anal-retentive! Of course I think just about anyone would understand why I feel like I’m about to walk that tight rope.
As if I needed to explain how all kinds of things are slipping through the cracks while I desperately try to hold it all together…living proof is the fact that my last post went up…without the post. When I prepared the post, my dining room and my head were overwhelmed with packing.
Mark and Wilson had a campout Friday through Sunday; Mark and I had a trip to Florida for a potential job for which we departed Monday, at which I apparently was being interviewed. We were to be back Tuesday. After getting stuck due to a record number of tornados which touched ground a little too close to home; we made it home Wednesday with three hours sleep only to grab kids and leave for Easter in California.
Mark calculated we’d had 23 hours sleep. I don’t know if that was right or not, but I was exhausted. We were quite honestly just stumbling around for a day trying to get our bearings and feeling like we’d been hit by a truck. Again, I was reminded that I need my sleep. Forget the beauty part, I just need the sleep!
The picture that managed to post was mid-packing. Their vacation clothes are sitting in a suitcase in the dining room; zipped up secretly with all the Easter Bunny surprises. The dining table is covered with Mark and Wilson’s Y Guides campout clothes. The perimeter of the room is ringed with fishing poles, camping supplies, folding chairs, piles of shoes still to be packed, sticky notes with reminders for each trip, car seats and the clothes/sporting equipment is all staged for the overnight sitter’s ease while we are away. Shopping bags with various outfits have been filled and labeled: GYMNASTICS, TUESDAY CLOTHES. WEDNESDAY AIR PLANE CLOTHES, etc. My dining room made the storming of Normandy look like small potatoes in the planning department.
At any rate, we made it; to Florida, through the tornados, back to Texas and out to California…and back to Texas again. The good news is we get to stay put for a few weeks. That is, of course, until we leave for the lovely garden destination of Detroit. Another potential job awaits our meeting.
Interesting how life works. Suddenly Texas, despite the realization that I was able to wring sweat from the lining of my bra mid-Marc, looks pretty good. Mark tells me we are creating “options.” Hum. Options. Detroit? That’s an “option”? Apparently, it could be.
