Never did ride my bike today. I set myself up, big time. The boy missed his bus, he ran back home in a panic, off I sent him, back to the bus stop to wait for the next one. By the time I got my lunch together (and blogged) it was already 8:45. Too late.
I need to be out of the house by 8:00 a.m. to really do that.
Then I thought, it’s okay. I’ll get on the spin bike when I get home. But, just before I left the office, an email from the girl’s school. She’s having problems staying off her phone in class. A meeting is scheduled for later this week to come up with a “solution.”
Drama ensued when I got home from work. I don’t understand her anxiety and what she needs to cope (chatting with her friends online, apparently).
I do understand anxiety. Big time. She doesn’t see (or want to see) that her ‘anxiety’ became more of a problem when she got a phone. I don’t doubt it is part of her constellation- but I hate also feeling like I am being played because really, she just would rather chat with her friends that do school work.
I am weary. This is only the third week of school.
I feel like I am never going to get back to a world where I have time to take care of myself. To exercise a few times week. Maybe get a pedicure, or go out with a friend. Instead self-care has become about making it through the day so that I can escape with some Netflix and wine before bed. I know this isn’t right.
I go back to therapy today after a long absence. I don’t know where to start with A. We’d only had one session before she went off on vacation. I only have to focus on getting there I guess, for now.
Ok. Time to get off my butt and moving. The day is beginning.