Last year was a year of uncertainty.
This year has a little more structure . . . but much of it remains shrouded in a giant cloud of the unknown.
Frankly, I’m not fond of being unable to see what’s going to happen next. I’m more of a planner. I like to line things up in alphabetical order and sort things from tallest to smallest. And this year is a gigantic ball of tangled yarn that is too big to hold, let alone untangle.
Well. So. There’s that.
Meanwhile, the painter will be here at 9 a.m. and I’m so very sad about that because as it turns out, tomorrow there’s no school (still?) and it would be a perfect Sleep-In Day but since I thought there was school until a short while ago, the painter has already received permission (from me!) to come at 9 a.m. He’ll be painting the upstairs bathroom and possibly my 8-year old daughter’s room, a fact that makes me want to cry because her room is in complete disarray and that means that tomorrow morning not only will I be unwillingly awake but I will be sorting through the debris on her floor, wondering what kind of mother allows a child to have such a sloppy room.
Good night. More tomorrow unless I am dead from lack of sleep.
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Good luck with the upcoming year. I know it is hard to deal with uncertainty, we’ve had our fair share of it as well. Try to roll with it and not let the “What ifs” beat you down too much.
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