At the Top of the Roller Coaster

 So the last couple of months has had the cadence of riding up the big hill of a roller coaster. It’s been on a climb the better part of the last six months, and now we’re easing in at the top, preparing for the scream-inducing descent into the void.

I don’t think I’m ready for this.

Task paralysis kicks in again; there are lots of forms to fill out, websites to log in to and update what feels like TBs of information. I hate filling out forms; my purgatory will involve endless forms and socks to sort.

I think we’re all feeling it.

Adulting Could Be Going Better

 I’m officially old. I can’t cut through Elder’s bs anymore.

There’s a lot to be done, and all I want to do is crawl into bed.

I did a lot of little things, and I expected the boys to do some too.

One did. One did not.

There may be nothing for me to do but let his inertia consume him.

He doesn’t want help; he doesn’t think he needs it.

He’s not in need of fixing, I’m told.

I don’t know what to do.