Under pressure
November keeps going, and I keep posting. But by this point in time, it starts dragging. I open up the blogging software and stare at a blank page, thinking, “There must be something interesting to blog about!”
Oh, there is.
I have my little list of questions to answer, from earlier in the month. There’s still the “did you ever think of a sibling for OmegaDotter?” and the “There are people who deliberately cut off the culture of heritage?!?!” questions.
There’s also the comments on my “Dear Diary” post, which I do mean to respond to.
I also have a “great ladies of the family” series of posts in mind, talking about my great-aunties and how really nifty they were.
Plus a few more book reviews.
But right now, here’s the reality:
OmegaDad is out of town, at Chena Hot Springs (very cool place, by the way!), doing a work retreat/training/study combo. I am left at home, holding down the fort. This makes me realize just how very nice it is to have both of us here, together, functioning as a family, each of us (including the dotter) doing different things to keep the family rolling right along. Not necessarily a lot, mind you, but each of us contributing enough to keep the rest from feeling like there’s just too much to do and not enough time to do it.
For instance, when OmegaDad is at home, I can take an hour earlier in the evening to putter about, think about things, and have something to start with when I face that blank page.
With OmegaDad away, I have to do the whole of the parenting schtick, which takes time away from the blogging schtick.
With OmegaDad away, I have to do the whole of the pet schtick. Right now, that means checking on the chickens to be sure none of the other girls are coming down with The Chicken Plague.
With OmegaDad away, if I have a sick headache (like I did this afternoon), there are only two choices: suck it up and deal with things while I’m feeling like puking and crying, or else (which I did) retreating to the bedroom, napping, and (a) letting the dotter play ToonTown and (b) letting the dotter watch TV until I wake up feeling better. The dotter was a dream, making sure that she only did ToonTown for an hour (the Rule) and making sure that, when she turned on the TV, she turned it down and closed our bedroom door so it didn’t bother me.
It all boils down to one word: Wah. Or a command: Pity me! Har. As if. The world is full of single moms, and I salute them, because I don’t think I could do it all on my own, all the time.
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