It’s Friday and I’m overwhelmed. Not with joy and happiness; rather, with life. With, you know, stuff. With the random assortment of what is expected of me and which is in direct contradiction to the random assortment of what I want to do.
For example, I have exactly 117 pages left of HP7. And I want to finish it. I want to finish it because I want to talk about it. And I can’t go to a lot of my blogs because they are talking about it. And Miss Priss is just beside herself wanting to talk about it. And she has to run into another room to keep from bursting.
I’m overwhelmed with work. Because I just hit the nineteen-year mark of doing what I do. And that’s all good and fine — indeed, it entitles me to a lot of freedom — but it doesn’t change the fact that I’ve been doing the same thing for a really long time. Only the names have changed.
I’m overwhelmed by the fact that school starts in about two weeks, and the happiness I felt at making what we thought was the right decision about Mr. Cool’s school change is now replaced by an incredible amount of anxiety. If what we did was the right thing to do, why do I feel this way?
I’m overwhelmed, again, by the fact that Miss Priss will be turning 13 in the next few months and I am suddenly going to be faced with two teenagers when, just yesterday, I had two toddlers.
Overwhelmed, too, by the fact that I have to attend another funeral for someone who should still be here. The husband of a dear old friend. She just retired. They took a cruise, and they were looking forward to fishing, traveling, and each other.
And I’m overwhelmed, of course, by the amount of crud that remains in my sinuses after almost three weeks.
I’d like nothing more than to be on a beach somewhere, tucked into my book, knowing that all is well with my life.
But instead, I am here.
And I’m overwhelmed.
July 27, 2007 at 10:16 am
Wow. I’ve been feeling the same this week. Must be the temperature…
We should form a club ; I’ll bring the Vodka.
Michele sent me ; hope you’ll have a better weekend !
July 27, 2007 at 11:59 am
I hear you. I think it’s OK to want to get off the merry go round every once in a while and take a break.
We went through a similar period with our son last year when he started in a new school. I think I had a tougher time dealing with it than he did. The first day, he marched into the school yard and made immediate friends with a good group of kids. I needn’t have worried, as they have an amazing ability to make it work.
I’m so sorry for your loss. Life isn’t fair. Thankfully she has a friend like you.
Popped by from Michele’s this aft.
July 27, 2007 at 12:48 pm
Courage, dear one. I think a lot of us are in the same boat right now, including moi. I can’t get a handle on what exactly it is that is making me feel all out of whack but something is working overtime.
Good luck with the school thing. It is so nerve racking. For us, mind you, not them. The kids work it out just fine. Our school year begins at the end of August for the first time in ever. But, Senior orientation day is the 13th. He’s already had his Senior photos taken. Sigh.
July 27, 2007 at 2:19 pm
Make a announcement that the family is going to the beach this afternoon for the weekend, anyone not going, stand on that side of the room, then go, even if it’s just Harry and you.
Good advice but I suppose, it’s useless, huh?
July 27, 2007 at 2:47 pm
Paul is a genius, and also a hermit.
Dude – this is why pedicures were invented. And hour at lunch, and BOOM! Life seems so very much better than it did before.
XO – me
July 27, 2007 at 3:43 pm
Yes, I “get” this post – I was there about a month ago.
You wrote this in a knowing manner without coming off as whiny at all. Sometimes, Life piles up on you. That’s all.
Hang in there!
July 27, 2007 at 8:39 pm
Tiff is right about the lunch hour.
I simply replace the pedicure with ‘manicure’ – or
‘Stephanie Plum book’.
May your sinuses empty this weekend, may you get much rest, may your anxieties melt away – and may you finish your book!
Most of all, may your friend be comforted in her time of loss.
July 27, 2007 at 9:52 pm
i like milk
July 27, 2007 at 11:10 pm
You need a long weekend. Plan it now and you’ll have something to look forward to.
July 28, 2007 at 7:09 am
I’m sorry. You DO need a weekend away, without family. Tell them you need a rescue weekend, go to a hotel with a pool and hot-tub. Take books and a beverage of choice. Sit. Read. Swim. Read. Order room service. You’ll feel better.
I have 110 pages in HP and I don’t want it to end.
July 28, 2007 at 5:26 pm
Aw, sweetie, I wish I could whisk you away to a place with lots of sunshine and free time to be underwhelmed by. It’s a nasty place you’re in, but … and I promise … it, too, will pass.
‘Til then, just keep on keepin’ the faith, my friend, and we’ll be right here for when you need to let loose.
July 28, 2007 at 6:10 pm
We all get that overwhelmed feeling from time to time. You just have to keep moving step by step.
I just finished HP7 this weekend myself.
Michele sent me.
July 29, 2007 at 11:44 am
I can’t count the number of times I’ve used the same post title.
Well, I probably could- but I don’t want to. 😉
You’ll get through this, and you know you will, but that’s not really making this moment feel any better.
We can have an overwhelmed club. How’s that?
July 30, 2007 at 4:02 pm
Overwhelmed?…oi!… it sometimes seems like a permanent social condition. I like Tiff’s suggestion for a pedicure and Renn suggestions for a manicure…in fact I like everyone’s suggestions, especially Stews…mmm…milk.
My son purchased and read the new HP in one day!! but I have no desire to pick it up. I read the first one but didn’t enjoy it, saw the first 2 movies and didn’t enjoy them – just not my cuppa’ tea I guess.