I cannot seem to get ahold of my brain or my body.
I am tired. TIRED. Like, crawling from space to space weary bone soul tired. How do people have energy to do things like “work out”? Or “cook”?
I have an almost two year old now. Bet you didn’t see that coming. He’s the goofiest human and I love his little face. He’s so sweet. Such strong emotions and very passionate. Loves his alphabet and numbers. He’s 22 months old and can count 1-10. We’re working on 11-20, but he gets stuck in the beginning and jumps to his favorite, 18!
He knows all the letters of the alphabet by sight. He knows all the regular shapes. He knows all his primary colors. He’s got animals down, plus their sounds. He’s a little sponge. I mean, he’s like 95th% for height, so not little, but you know what I mean.
I just want to brag about him. If my mom were alive, I’d be texting her non-stop and bragging. I’d be whining, too, for sure, but I’d be bragging so hard. I’m so proud of him and of me and I feel lost without someone to spill that to. I can tell a lot of people, but there’s something so self interested in bragging and the bond between a parent and child seems to eradicate that self interest. Or makes it not matter. I miss that part, so much.
We’re in the middle of a pandemic and I want to go to the gym. Also something you didn’t see coming, I bet. I would love to drop Finley off at the gym childcare and go walk on a treadmill; I bet I would feel miles better. But I can’t because that would suck for me (walking in a mask sounds terrible) and would be a careless thing to do since Finn won’t keep a mask on. I need to eat better, though. I feel like a shell of a human being because I haven’t figured out how to eat yet at almost 32 years old. I’m gaining weight for the first time in my life (I weigh more than when I had Finn) and I don’t know how to deal with it. I feel creaky and old and sore and I’ve been crying at just about everything.
Probably doesn’t help that we’re in an election year with a shit President who like, truly…truly. Sucks. Like, fate of the democracy sucks.
Everyone is angry. Everyone is divided. I’m at school currently, in an empty classroom, having just finished teaching to webcam. I don’t know how to help students when they have technical difficulties or when they just don’t know how to use a program. You know, I used to write to ground myself. And then I stopped writing because I felt like my life wasn’t dramatic enough or interesting enough to write about, maybe. I don’t know..things settled down and writing didn’t seem necessary, maybe? But the more I think about it, the more I wonder if writing isn’t what frees my brain and grounds my soul. I need a grounded soul. I need something to put my feet back on the ground, desperately. I keep getting lost in the cobweb of anxiety that is ever-present above my head and I just need something to tether me to reality.
I had a panic attack yesterday. Like, a real one. Shortness of breath. Racing heart. Couldn’t calm down. It was freaky. And what’s more freaky is that I know I can have them so the possibility that one could be hovering around the corner exists. I tried some breathing exercises today though and that helped immensely. I’ve also been reading a fair amount the past few days and that helps a lot. God, I miss books. I love books. Maybe I should find my way back to the things that I love love, deep in my soul, love. Books. Writing. Coffee. People. The word people is so strange.
I feel like we’re going to be for real drowning in debt. I don’t know how to fix it because I’m pretty sure we spend more than we make and I don’t know how to stop that considering all Shawn’s student loans. We’re not married yet, btw, but I do have a ring. It’s just hard to get married when you don’t have any money and you really want a wedding. That’s me. I’m the one who wants a wedding. I mostly want to spend the day with my friends and then see my honey and get lots of pictures and attention. We should probably elope.
I’m about to go into a meeting that I really don’t care about, nor do I have any inclination to give energy to. There are too many things clamoring for my attention right now, and I’m just now starting to realize why people say no to things. I never thought I was the person that needed to be reminded that no was a word, but here we are. My watch keeps telling me to walk around, but I honestly don’t have the energy for that, watch, so just leave me alone. Maybe I’ll read for the next 8 minutes before I have to face a webcam meeting that I want no part of.
I’m so crabby. heh.
Anyways, thanks for listening. See you in two years, maybe. Or maybe sooner? Who knows.