One would think it would get easier, knowing we are so close to being done with the school year, and so close to being together with The Man for keeps. One would think that, wouldn’t one? But it doesn’t. At least not for me. It’s getting tougher. My patience is thinner for the same old, same old. I get lonely quicker and easier. It’s getting tougher to parent solo.
I suppose that means I really am ready for a change (or two, or sixteen). And I suppose that means I’m going to have to work harder this spring to maintain my patience, keep busy, and to be a tough mother. Along with working harder, I’ll have to make sure to get some breaks in there, too (pencil myself in, if necessary!). A massage here, an evening with friends there. And fun stuff with The Boy. Definitely that. A last hurrah of sorts for all of our favorite hangouts up here (our closest Target will be 45 minutes away, and the closest IKEA will be 6 hours away [sob!]).
45 minutes to TARGET! Are you sure you want to do this?!?!?!?!?!?! It will be great!!
Farther from some things but so much closer to others that matter more!
So true 🙂
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