Bullets, baby!
I have not done well maintaining my journal recently and then it becomes overwhelming- all of the things you want to say.
Here are a few updates:
• Finn will be all day at LS in the fall- in school until 3 PM. I’ve been having occasional anxiety dreams where I come to pick him up at 11:30 and wonder why the parking lot is empty. I panic because I can’t find him and realize he is having lunch with his friends. I panic and feel desperately alone. Clearly, I have mixed feelings about the transition.
• I have been applying for volunteer jobs that satisfy the required practical hours for application to the master’s program. The process is stunningly slow. The two organizations I’ve considered both want me to work for them. However, one program took two months to schedule an interview and do a background check. They are still processing my paperwork.
• The second organization is thorough and highly organized. I regret not applying to both programs initially, but at this point it seems I will be a hospice volunteer within the month. There is intensive training involved and a great deal of health checks that need to be completed. I am especially excited about the training both for the information I will obtain and for the support community we will create as volunteers.
• This has been a fantastic year for friendship. I have friends who I feel I can laugh and honestly share with on a regular basis. I could not be more grateful. On the other hand, it has taken me two years to be truly disappointed in how parents behave. A friend of mine who teaches elsewhere commented that it truly reveals something about someone’s character to hear them maligning a four year old. Really??? The general paranoia and hyper-vigilant parenting continues in our caring community. At times I find myself feeling defeated, but in general I’ve learned to both accept and ignore this element. I am curious to see if this behavior wanes as the children age.
• Ages 4 is my new favorite age. Does this happen every year? We have a precious, close and sustainable relationship. I genuinely miss him when he’s gone and feel less overwhelmed. I could almost see having him around all day at this point… just as he is going off to be a big boy in the fall. See bullet one: not ready.
• I am ready for summer! Eric and I bought outdoor furniture! We even have a chaise, so we must be grownups. So, if you fancy a cushion over a fold up chair then hit me up for cocktails and humorous self-deprecation.
Here are a few updates:
• Finn will be all day at LS in the fall- in school until 3 PM. I’ve been having occasional anxiety dreams where I come to pick him up at 11:30 and wonder why the parking lot is empty. I panic because I can’t find him and realize he is having lunch with his friends. I panic and feel desperately alone. Clearly, I have mixed feelings about the transition.
• I have been applying for volunteer jobs that satisfy the required practical hours for application to the master’s program. The process is stunningly slow. The two organizations I’ve considered both want me to work for them. However, one program took two months to schedule an interview and do a background check. They are still processing my paperwork.
• The second organization is thorough and highly organized. I regret not applying to both programs initially, but at this point it seems I will be a hospice volunteer within the month. There is intensive training involved and a great deal of health checks that need to be completed. I am especially excited about the training both for the information I will obtain and for the support community we will create as volunteers.
• This has been a fantastic year for friendship. I have friends who I feel I can laugh and honestly share with on a regular basis. I could not be more grateful. On the other hand, it has taken me two years to be truly disappointed in how parents behave. A friend of mine who teaches elsewhere commented that it truly reveals something about someone’s character to hear them maligning a four year old. Really??? The general paranoia and hyper-vigilant parenting continues in our caring community. At times I find myself feeling defeated, but in general I’ve learned to both accept and ignore this element. I am curious to see if this behavior wanes as the children age.
• Ages 4 is my new favorite age. Does this happen every year? We have a precious, close and sustainable relationship. I genuinely miss him when he’s gone and feel less overwhelmed. I could almost see having him around all day at this point… just as he is going off to be a big boy in the fall. See bullet one: not ready.
• I am ready for summer! Eric and I bought outdoor furniture! We even have a chaise, so we must be grownups. So, if you fancy a cushion over a fold up chair then hit me up for cocktails and humorous self-deprecation.