I've been feeling a little run down lately. It's nothing major, I just have the feeling that, try as I might, I can't quite fit my arms around everything.
One of the things that's been bothering me is that E is going through a rough patch and I'm not sure how to best help him and so I feel rather helpless as a result. For the past few weeks he's been quite anxious about things in general. Last night he and I were going to walk down the street to drop something off at a neighbor's house and halfway there he started sobbing and clinging to my leg concerned that our house "was far away." I tried to explain that he could still see our house and that it wasn't going anywhere but he was in a panic so I took him home.
From what I could tell from talking with him afterward part of it is a residual effect of our trip to Disneyland. When he asks to go back to Disneyland (everyday) we talk about how Disneyland is far away and so we can't go there right now and so I guess he thought our house was going to disappear or something? I don't know.
He's also been afraid of going to the bathroom, to preschool, and to bed lately and I don't know what do do other than reassure him that everything's going to be alright.
And Mimi, while still very sweet, has been getting her molars for the last month or so she's been a lot needier than usual. And I think she's also getting ready to go from two naps to one so her sleep schedule is sort of out of whack.
Yesterday I put her down for her usual morning nap and got out the paint to work on touching up the cabinet doors but I had to cut it short because she wouldn't go to sleep and instead wailed and kept calling out "Mom! Mom! Mom!" which I'll admit was cute (but frustrating).
Work is still keeping me busy but it's likely that my contract position is going to go away after June. My department's budget has been cut so they're going to have to let me go, but they might get to keep me if something comes through at the last minute. I've mostly already made my peace with it since there's nothing I can do about the situation but the uncertainty of not knowing for sure gets to me sometime. I hate not knowing.
And last night our master bathroom toilet overflowed, enough so that water was leaking from our family room ceiling below. And so today I've got to call our home insurance and a plumber and try to get it sorted out.
Labels: E., whine whine whine