I apologize for hiding lately. Between the stress at work, and the stress of The Boy returning to normal after spring break (yes, still in the process), I’ve had a rough go of it lately.
My goal for work down here was to have something less stressful than what I left. I left a really good salary, but an increasingly Sisyphean job to come here. After being unemployed for five months, another sort of stressful way to spend one’s days, I thought I had found something rewarding and with far less stress. I felt challenged and rewarded, appreciated and meaningful. And then the tourist season began to get underway, and the tasks began to pile on and the procedures began to change from one minute to the next, resulting in my new-ish job keeping me awake at night, and my feelings of love for it becoming a distant memory. I still enjoy it, but the frustration level is beginning to exceed the reward.
And The Boy is just now returning to his normal happy self, albeit with a renewed obsession with toilets, which is not the easiest to roll with. I thought we were past this one, as of several years ago, but all it took was one visit to his dad’s to rekindle the fancy, and now we have to check and see what brand of toilets every single store and restaurant in the county has, and re-create several “flushing” scenes from Monsters, Inc. and Finding Nemo daily.
Luckily The Man has been a rock for me, and we are fast approaching our anniversary, both a little amazed at how good marriage can be. We’re missing date nights with my working every weekend during wedding season, but as I said, he has been the support I have needed over the past several weeks.
I have lots of posts in me to write, and now I just have to find time to write them. Bear with me, peeps. I’m working on it.