I have a job interview in the morning.
It’s a completely new area for me. I’ve been in labor and delivery for almost nine years, and the idea of doing something new is terrifying and exciting. I don’t know if this is something that will work for me, but I am happy to have something new to consider. I can’t wait for tomorrow. It feels like…something good.
Tonight I took the kids out to dinner, and we invited CC and Special Man to join us, and it was good and fun, and the word I keep coming back to: easy. “Easy” seems to be my new gold standard. Maybe it’s because so many things have been hard lately, I am acutely aware of how happy I feel when things are NOT hard.
DInner was easy. We ate and laughed. The kids were not perfect, the food was fun, (cotton candy at a Chinese buffet…why yes!) Everyone was happy.
It wasn’t until we got home that Leo fell apart. It’s been weeks of outbursts, and meltdowns, tears and arguments. It’s so uncharacteristic, and such a drastic difference, that I’m at a loss as to how to handle it. I’m frustrated, he’s frustrated. He’s eleven, he’s missed a lot of school, had a major surgery, and his father died. My heart hurts for him. It’s been a struggle for me, and I’m a grown-up, so how is a child supposed to figure it out?
I’m making an appointment for him to see my counselor, and he had some blood drawn today, to make sure his labs are good post surgery, just in case there’s something physical going on too. I’m doing everything I can think of.
Being a parent is hard, ya’ll.