Adjusting Takes Time

We’re still searching for our new normal.

It’s going to take a while.

It occurred to me earlier today how I’d so often extolled, quite presciently, how lucky I was to have time in the morning with my daughter and how I refused to take it for granted because I knew it wouldn’t last forever…

It didn’t.

The thing is, I never expected it to be me who brought it to a halt.

adjustnothappy“5 minutes of snuggle/video time isn’t cool, Dad.”

Now I’ll grant you, there are additional circumstances that have contributed to the general malaise that I’m under right now.

I left the house at 7:45am yesterday, and didn’t get home until 8:40…just 30 minutes before Daphne’s bedtime.  You’d think a hurricane was heading toward Houston with all the traffic/accidents in this city yesterday.

Also, the pollen/ragweed count is still over 9,000 down here.  It feels like someone stuffed a punch balloon behind my eyes and is standing on the back of my head.  That kind of sensation tends to have a souring effect on one’s mood too.

Honestly my wife should be sainted for putting up with my constant sullen glaring and general moodiness this week.  (Thank you again for the card this morning, sweetie; I’m looking at it right now and it’s helped more than you know.)  It’s really not fair for her to have to deal with that.

Obviously I cleared time today to write for a little while, so that’s helping.  Hopefully things calm down soon and I can start making informed decisions about our family’s future instead of basing them on a natural emotional reaction to demotion and loss of autonomy.


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