Things are weird lately. Mike is out of work and staying home with Mo, which means they spend their days together while I go to work, and they've developed a nice little routine. It's wonderful. But then I get home from work and I've missed the whole thing, and I hate that. I'm still her mama, still her favorite when it comes down to it, but the fact that I'm missing out on so much of her life is much more apparent now that Mike isn't missing it, too.
To add to the new household dynamic, we've got a temporary tenant living in our guest room. She's a high school senior that my mom knows who needed a place to go. We offered our extra room to her at the end of January with the understanding that a) she would pay us a small amount of rent, and b) while we had room in our house for her, we didn't exactly have room in our lives. Meaning, we have so much going on and it's a very delicate dance to keep it altogether, and if she was going to be in our space, she couldn't disturb our routine. Or our peace. It needed to be NO maintenance.
Well, it hasn't been that exactly. We should have known. But now we're counting down the days till she's scheduled to move out. Not because we dislike her. It's just not easy fitting another person, a stranger essentially, into everything else.
Work has also been more stressful than usual the last few weeks. Fortunately, I really enjoy what I do, but lately, by the end of Monday I can't believe it's not yet Friday.
Usually I have yoga to help balance me out, but I had to miss it two weeks in a row, then our instructor took two weeks off (a group of coworkers and I pay someone to come right into work and we do yoga in a conference room), and now I haven't had a moment of savasana in a month!
So things are weird, and I'm ready for them to go back to normal I think. Of course there's always this to cheer me up...