Full-time working life is very run-on-y and sentence-fragment-y (even more so than I always am – yes, it’s possible!), and also I have felt a little reluctant to blog when, if I have time to sit and do that, shouldn’t I really be doing something about those cobwebs?
But right now there’s a load of laundry in both washer and dryer, and although it’s my usual treadmill time, I am giving myself a break today because I miss this place.
The job, so far, is good. I am getting to know my co-workers, and the work. I still have a lot to learn, but everyone is patient with me.
I love, love, love working downtown. Every single day I see something that amuses or amazes me: the maintenance guy singing out loud while he fixed a door at Gaviidae, the people who think they can text in the skyway without getting run over (I especially like it when they try to go down an escalator while they’re texting), the fact that there is now a skyway-level liquor store IN MY BUILDING, so if I ever have one of those days I can just stop by on my way to the bus and get the weekend started.
I am completely overwhelmed on the homefront. We are getting where we need to go, and everybody is fed and clothed, but I feel desperately, irretrievably behind. Robin assures me it’s not hopeless, and I am sure he is right because he usually is about such things. We went out of town last weekend (oh, crap – excuse me while I go write “post Duluth pictures” on my to-do list of doom) and the next several weeks are unusually (I hope) busy. So, theoretically, the problem is not that we can’t do it, but just that we haven’t had a chance to really try the new normal yet, and eventually my expectations will line up with reality.
If you try to tell me otherwise, I will put my fingers in my ears and sing and also possibly punch you in the gut.
The kids are so wonderful. While I am whirling around and screeching, they are taking it all in stride, and being their own usual awesome selves. Ben and Karina are reluctant on Tuesdays and Thursdays to go to the day care center, and it is easy to feel like this whole thing was a really terrible idea when Ben looks up at me with his big eyes all watery. Then he starts making a tower with the magnet blocks he loves, and I think maybe he isn’t damaged forever.
Riya is just disappointed that we don’t get to the Y Care at her school earlier, because she usually misses art project time. Karina cries every time Robin comes to pick her and Ben up on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. On those days, they go home with a friend from their morning preschool, and they are having so much fun that they don’t want to go home.
The weather website says it might snow in Minnesota this weekend.
Riya will be 7 in 11 days.
And how are you? (Seriously, leave me a note. How are you?)