I haven't posted in a while. That's because too much life is happening. I keep hoping to get to the other side of it to tell you about it but I don't think that is happening soon.
Everything that is happening and not happening for me now is quite survivable. Most Syrian refuges mothers would love to have my problems. Still, my perception of my problems at times tends to become the worst part of the experience.
It's nothing major. It's more like a thousand little bees stings happening over a short period of time. And don't take offense but some of my struggles are private saved only for close friends.
Bear in mind, I am stressed. Work typically eases up as we reach the fourth week of the semester but still am I still down staff members but the work has to continue. It has not stopped.
My son was good but he decided to cut two eye teeth during the first week of the fall semester. I was a zombie on good days waking every hour or so. He is great now eating and sleeping like the champ that he is.
Out of the blue came $900 in vet bills for my cats. Everyone is fine minus my bruised Visa card. My son had a meltdown when I took "his cat" to the vet. Once everyone came home and new carpets were purchased, the house returned to normal.
Then, I learned that my son's daycare is closing. Here is the place where my son feels most safe and happy outside of our home and we have to change. I cried liked baby the night I learned this news. Change my world, ok. Change my son's, no way.
See, all survivable. And yes there is more but I won't bore you. We are ok, just trying to find our way.