So today I woke up after sleeping over 12 hours straight, and I’m still somewhat sluggish.
Do you know when you finish a book and your body goes “I’m done” and for a few days falls into something akin to flu only it’s not, and you sleep a lot and end up watching the A & E edition of Pride and Prejudice and IF YOU’RE LUCKY don’t read all Disney comics for 2 months?
Okay, maybe that’s just me.
Yeah, there are milestones I just passed, though none of them is finishing a book (not just now, at least.)
We finished work on the house, though we still need to get a realtor. For those on FB who’ve seen pictures, yeah, it’s huge and (now) gorgeous. This has been our strategy with houses, and we doubled our money on the two houses we lived in before, so we sank it all into it. So, we have tons of money, but until it sells we’re broke. Meh.
At any rate we finished cleaning it. And that was a huge project now done. I felt somewhat fluey-but given the amount of work we put into it, well…
But then yesterday we went up for Robert’s med school matriculation and I came home so tired, I couldn’t even READ and slept for 12 hours.
I think my back-brain has interpreted the ceremony was “we’re done raising him.” While foolish brain is wrong, of course, you’re never done worrying for/helping your kids if my parents are an indication, it’s also right in a substantial way, because Robert is living elsewhere and is now treading his own path, one of which I know very little, and where I have to “let go” to a large extent.
I think my brain interpreted that as “we’re done with the heavy lifting now. Rest.”
Of course I’m not resting. Today I need to clean the house we’re living in, which hasn’t been acquainted with a vaccuum in three months, and then I need to finish short stories so I can write novels.
But in a very real sense, one task is sort of done. Kind of weird as in my mind we’re still figuring out how to set up things, since getting out of our parents’ house. Eh. And now we’ve podded someone else out to his own little space, to do his thing, and the next will follow soon.
Milestones mean a new mile has begun, I guess. Now is the time for what I never could do before: concentrate on my writing and REALLY work it.
… of course if other house doesn’t sell soon we’ll be doing it from under a bridge. But no matter. Things don’t matter, people do. And I love and appreciate my two sons, and am looking forward to their becoming even more awesome as they take off on their own.
And yeah, I’m feeling sort of old, because they’re obviously men, but I won’t keep them back to flatter my balcony.
And after this cop-out post, the writer goes clean and vacuum.