Yes, I know it's not Monday. But I've been in a perpetual funk since then.
It's been a LONG week here. And I won't bore you with lots of details - I'll just share a few.
My uncle passed away over the weekend. We weren't terribly close, though I did keep in regular contact with him. My sadness from his passing is more a sadness for his immediate family and a feeling like it's one more link to my own father that is now gone.
My husband turned in his two weeks notice with his current employer. He has accepted a new job with a much smaller company. I'm fairly certain this will be an excellent move for him. But the uncertainty of a transition has me in a bit of a panic. We've spent this week at doctors appointments and dental appointments trying to get them in before our insurance changes.
My son was approved for speech therapy. I wanted this for him, but the process is a bit overwhelming - especially when I'm already feeling overwhelmed and under supported.
I have faith that all of this will work itself out in due time. I've just never been one for patience and uncertainty. It's a gigantic character flaw of mine - impatience. The desire to control life outcomes. Usually life just laughs in my face and shows me that there is much in the universe I can't control. And truthfully, I've been more graceful about this since having my own son. I've come to terms for the most part that I control what I can and let go of the rest. Because really? Having a toddler implies a distinct lack of control in ones life.
But weeks like this I just want to retreat back into my soft bed and pull the covers over my head. So please forgive my lack of presence. I've inching my way out of bed and tip toeing around our home waiting to see what life will throw at me next.
In the craziness that was this past week I missed one of my favorite posting days - WIP Wednesday.
Here's what I've been working on.
Fingers crossed that the universe is gentle next week,