Some of you may have heard about the storms that have whipped through FL. We are fine, but I am feeling antsy. It seems the only way to help is to donate money. Money is good. But it's remote.
I feel useless and priveldged as I sit here. Guilty and glad we are fine. I look out my window at the pond and the chaos and hurt feels so far. It's amazing what an 800 number and no TV can do for creating distance between me and a disaster.
All is fine on other fronts. DH is working from home temporarily. It isn't his first choice. Probably not his second choice ewither. And although he worked at home for 5 years, the year in between has made us unaccustomed to his in and out again presence. We are adjusting to the changes. DD has been evicted from her room. The den has been reconfigured. Laundry has taken second stage to moving toys, books and exercise equipment.
In between broken computers and moving things, I am studying for a Youth Fitness certification and trying to write more. DD is learning to read. She hopes to start swim lessons next week. DS is being charming and mischievous. He is saying a few understandeable words. Mostly, he just does what ever he thinks is best. He's an independent little guy.
And now, it's time to read another story, figure out dinner and move the diapers to the dryer.
Until next time...
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