It's the most beautiful part of September at the moment; blue skies, low 40 degrees Fahrenheit in the mornings and the leaves are slowly changing colors (like a long tease - like god-fearing leaves, not those ones from years ago that just shook themselves off branches like hussies). So that's good.
There've been vague almost-fights lately.
9/19: "I don't understand why you don't want x (childcare thing). It would make things easier on you! And you know how you get when you're overwhelmed."*
9/15: "I don't want to see you doing y (homework) downstairs. Do it in the office."**
The helpfulness has tapered off somewhat, likely due to longer workdays. No lunch prep help this week - but I haven't had to worry about dinner! Some help folding laundry - but not putting it away! And I have. a hard-ish time doing that because I have a system & etc.
I'm headed to yoga (the hot kind) because my concussion symptoms have all but ceased. The physical ones anyway. The brain fog is still pretty there. But there appears to be no real problem with school work. And the rest of the things I'm having problems with I had problems with before...they're just a tad bit harder. Executive function, followup, follow-through, remembering to do Adult Things. Wow is being an older adult going to be fun.
* Why? I want to see my kid. I don't mind driving ten minutes two ways in the morning. It's way less disruptive than the Usual Commute, and it cuts down on her screen time if she's otherwise going to be on the pad most of the day anyway while I'm at my all-day training. I miss her! I don't want to drop her off at 8:30 on Friday morning, hop straight on a research meeting, work 4 hours and then go to another kickoff event type deal for a different school thing. ...and then not see her again until 5:00 PM the following day. If we could prevent that, I would like to prevent that. (Besides, who's going to do homework with her if not me? Serious question.) That's why.
** ...okay? I truly just don't understand this request. The explanation has been: "You're not really here with us." Well...but if it weren't this I'd be off doing something else? Housework? Dishes? Laundry? Doom scrolling on my phone? Drawing? I don't see a reality in which I'm feeling well and just sitting on the couch zoning out watching television. I mean, I'll do it when he's around to field child stuff, but if he's upstairs asleep (or downstairs asleep) then: no.
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