How are you?
I've been okay!
Okay. Well, that's probably a flat-out lie, or at least a wild exaggeration.
It's actually been a rough couple weeks.
Everything's fine, of course. I've just been...kinda sad again, and overwhelmed by...everything, again.
Kids have camp drop-off at 8:30? Gonna squeeze in at least three vivid anxiety dreams about fucking it up between the hours of 1 and 5:30 a.m.
Conference call at 10 a.m.? Better start worrying about Skype not working by 9, triple check the meeting invite around 9:30, start staring at clock at 9:45, then contemplate various imaginary reasons for missing it altogether at 9:59.
Two whole text messages from two whole separate people? Better just ignore those for awhile (because they COULD just be saying hi but they ALSO COULD be full of bad and terrible news and/or calling me a bad and terrible friend). Can later just pretend my phone broke, or something.
(SPOILER ALERT: they were just saying hi.)
Things have regulated back out this week, I'm happy (what a word!) to report. I've made the jump between "getting through the day with the bare minimum of necessary executive functioning to survive" and like, "being a normal productive human who gets shit done." It's a huge -- if kind of quicksand-y -- leap.
There's been an awful lot of thunderstorms lately. Jake is terrified of thunderstorms. He hides in our pillows.
I feel you, boo.
In other animal news, I am happy (yes! that word again!) to report that one of our patio toads has returned.
The toad abides.
I don't know if it's Maury or Connie, and I don't want to talk about the toad we found squished to a pancake-y oblivion on our driveway last month. I'm just happy to have one of them back, especially because the beetle situation on our patio is INSANE right now.
Finally, Beau has had enough of being outside, what with the heat and humidity and thunderstorms and beetles.
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