She's actually been home since last Friday because of her birthday (so really it's been since last Friday that my days have been about her) and all these appointments she's had. I'm ready for her to go back to her apartment and be independent. I feel like I'm a mother bird trying to push her baby out of the nest, "Go fly," and baby is clinging to the branch telling me, "I want to fly but I'm stuck on a twig."
I like having her home, even if she's taking up all my time right now. There's part of me that regrets letting her get her own apartment, especially the longer she's home. It's what I know and I'm always my most comfortable when I have all my ducks in a row; meaning that when my family is all home and cozied in, I am in my least anxious state.
I'm cooking with my Cooking Buddy tonight and I'm so anxious to be there and break up the chaos I call my life. I have one more obligation with my oldest daughter today at her college, I need to pick up a few groceries, then tomorrow I take my youngest and her friend to check out Central Washington University.
It's a wonder to me at all that I've even had a chance to blog this week. Then there's the church newsletter. I was able, during the time my daughter was at the sleep study, to settle myself enough to write an editor's letter and plug a few articles into Publisher (computer program in which I build the newsletter). I guess I know what I'll be doing this weekend.
I'm not even sure when I'm supposed to send it to the printer, because I'm not sure if I still have the agenda notes. I made the timeline myself for the pastoral assistant who's manages it for me. She reminds everyone of the their deadlines (even me this time), and keeps everyone on track. I'm so grateful for her presence.
However, I can deduce when I need to send it to the printer and have it returned based on when she told people the articles were due.
I really like doing the newsletter. I enjoy the busyworkness of it (I know it's not a word, but it should be) and watching it come together both in my mind and in reality. It's something I'm really good at and a very concrete task.
That's what I'm needing right now anyway; a concrete task. It's one of the reasons I like going to my Cooking Buddy's, she gives me recipes, has the ingredients ready and sets me to task. When I think about it, it's always been my dream to have someone plan meals and do the shopping.
Now all I need is someone to plan my daughters' lives and do the nagging.