“Wake up, it’s Monday!” posts are pretty much just the ramblings of an under-caffeinated mind that I post. If you want to skip my ramblings, that’s totally fine. I cannot guarantee that the following post makes any sense at all.
Holy Moses, can you believe it’s October already? I sure can’t. Luckily, it’s starting to feel a bit more like autumn outside. It’s not quite so hot and humid, which is a good thing for us, because our air conditioner decided now was a good time to just stop working. Our house is HOT right now, and not in a good way. We can’t keep most of the windows open because our cats are crazy and will make a bid for escape (they don’t know how good they got it, honestly). It has made me more than a bit cranky, which I am trying to control. This is a totally First World problem and I get that. I should be thankful that I have a roof over my head at all, especially given what all has happened out on the coast with Hurricane Florence. I still can’t help myself when I am sprawled out on the couch, begging for any hint of a breeze through the front screen door.
I. Get. CRANKY!
On top of that, yesterday we had my kiddo’s birthday party. Wait, I have been told that she “doesn’t have birthday parties anymore,” so this was just a group of friends coming over to hang out, and coincidentally there was pizza and a cake with candles. But it was NOT a birthday party! That should be clear. So our already hot and humid house now had 3-5 additional teenagers in it, depending on when various people came in and out of it. They did spend a lot of time hanging out on the back deck (it was cooler there), but still. It felt completely chaotic and crazy and I was very glad they came, but also very glad when everyone finally went home.
It was nice though, seeing the kiddo smiling and having fun. I don’t see that as often as I wish. Depression and anxiety have taken some of that away from her, which is sad, but she has been getting better and has been working through it. I’m proud of her that she’s made it this far. I honestly can’t believe she is fourteen years old.
So I spent a good part of yesterday feeling awful but trying to be upbeat and fun so her friends will like me. I have been dubbed “the cool mom” because I don’t sweat the small stuff and have always talked to kids the same way I talk to adults for the most part. And now, I will try really hard to be upbeat and professional at work, even though all I want to do is curl up and sleep in my air conditioned car. I feel bad complaining. My husband hasn’t complained at all, but he’s a much more patient, rational person. I envy that. But he is handling getting a repair person out to our house (soon?? please??) so hopefully that issue will be resolved soon. Then I can focus on all my other issues, of which there are plenty.
Hope everyone else out there has a good week!