one of those . . . weeks

You ever have a day that just

u n r a v e l s ?

Or, you know, an entire week?

Heads are nodding, I’m assuming.

Mine is.

I don’t even exactly know how. Or why.

This year I stepped back from teaching the writing and literature high school course I have taught for three years. I thought that would translate into extra time.

I guess it has. Although I don’t know exactly where that time went.

In fact, I’m actually asking how on earth I ever fit it in for the last three years. I’m minus one student at my own homeschooling kitchen table so that seems like it should be easier too.

Somehow, it isn’t panning out to be true.

Days keep ending and I keep looking back over them and thinking, “Wait – what did I even do today?”

Which is a question I struggle with anyway because I often equate What I Did Today with feeling like I am a success – or a failure – for that specific day. For me, far too often, Doing ranks high as valuable and worthwhile and Not Doing ranks high as unacceptable.

So it’s already mid-week and the lists are a train wreck and I don’t know where my time went.

One car is sitting at the shop, battery jumped to get it over there. There’s this clicking ticking noise that never ends until the battery dies. It’s fun. Also, the back hatch only opens with a screwdriver jammed in just the right way and the only member of our family who can handle this task quickly is Otto so I guess he has to go everywhere with that car always. But I do love our mechanic. I could have hugged him because he always acts like it’s all going to be okay – and it usually is.

I spent hours, ACTUAL HOURS, on the phone with both AT&T and Verizon because I switched from one to the other last month and I think it’s maybe been one of the worst decisions of my summer.

Not because either is really more horrible than the other, but because apparently the guy who convinced me to switch inside the Target store is a third-party and over promised and under delivered and I’m left holding the bill at TWO cell service locations. It’s infuriating. Today’s AT&T rep was fantastic. (Several have been Less Then.) But, word of advice, DO NOT switch carriers through a third party. Go to an actual location or directly call either company. Lesson learned.

Side note: I’ve got an unlocked 11 Pro Max 64 gb (I think all those are the correct combo of letters and words) that is literally like new and is for sale for $700 or your best offer. For real.

I keep getting messages saying my iCloud is full. I think I pay for that each month and since it all feels pretend and it’s a CLOUD, how can it ever be full??

I guess boys hit all those wild fluctuating hormones in those junior high years too which, technically, I knew, but had not personally experienced. Until now. So that’s a good time.

It’s not been all lows and money pits over here though.

I bought $3 twinkling lights on a timer and strung them on my bed and they make me foolishly happy.

I’m not alone on the HMS Parenting Is Hard Work and funny and well-timed texts are life-giving. So are kind and prayer filled ones. This week I have had both and that is perfectly generous of a good God.

Bergen and I laughed til we almost cried at an auto correct texting mistake. I’ve been reading several good books – my friend Ruth’s Socially Awkward, This is the Story of a Happy Marriage and Jack.

Twice this week I took an early morning walk and can’t believe how wonderful that was for me.

So there you go.

One of those days.

One of those weeks.

What about you?

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