Self Care

Here in week two of the girls being in daycare, I have yet to experience two consecutive days off from the demands of 24/7 childcare since the custody shift on August 14th. Dare I hope today will be the first? Just hoping. . . The shock to my senior system has been considerable. In my first parenting career, I acquired my charges one at a time with plenty of notice. Acquiring 3 at once on short notice would have set an entirely different tone for my first parenting career, even without the senior aches and limitations. Then we get to the shock of the sudden death of my son and his wife not quite 2 months ago. . . This shit storm season was already a month or two into battering hard before the custody shift. Most of those yaddah blahs continue glaring ominously from corners. Which which do I witch first?

The morning is still young. For now, I am reminding myself that rest is a productive activity. I amnae tired enough to sleep, but I am guessing it is okay if I just piddle aimlessly in a spirit of self-indulgence. Balance in all things, including focus. Too much focus creates tunnel vision. At least, that's my theory and I'm sticking to it at least long enough to finish this sentence.