The slow, slow down

So how’s not working going? Turns out, not as good as I thought.

Last week I thought I would have been happily solo parenting along, job seeking, fermenting vegetables and learning to play the mandolin.

But whilst I zigged, my brain zagged. My body started to feel tired. Really tired. Like, I cannot write in full sentences tired. Like, I-cannot-move-or-do-anything tired. About a year’s worth of stress and cumulated exhaustion knocked on my door and said, ‘Hello, we’re moving in!’.

When you finally stop, everything just catches up with you and makes you feel like closing the door to the world.

Not that you can close it for long, because everyone keeps knocking on it.

Luckily my mother-in-law was staying with us, so she was able to keep everything going. She thought it was best that I rest but also that I maintain public appearances, so I took her sage advice and slowed down, but kept moving and didn’t cancel social events everything though I felt like doing so.

This week the Swede is back and I’m feeling like I’ve got my anchor again. Not just with kid wrangling, but that he is just around…

Picasso: Girl with Mandolin

P.S I stole the other picture from Baby Mac, a painting by Raymond Casas.