It’s been a while, I know. Adjusting to this new schedule has been much harder than I thought it would be. I spent my entire adult life working the night shift, so I guess it shouldn’t be surprising that getting straight to work in the morning is a challenge.
I spend way too many nights staying up late, then cursing the alarm clock in the morning. I can’t figure out how to fit in exercise and blogging. My house is messier, even though we spend less time here. I’m working on all these things and have some ideas to fix them, especially since it’s January, the traditional time to attempt to reinvent myself.
That said, I really like my new job. And I will adjust — it’s just happening slower than I had hoped.
In other news, Simon is starting special ed on Wednesday. He adores his new teacher (and so do I), and I think he can catch up in time for kindergarten (and so does she). He’s becoming less of a pain every day, but there’s still something different about him. He flips from happy to enraged without any warning. He hits playmates, siblings, teachers and us when he’s frustrated. There are other things, too, that I hope this program can help us with. So he’s riding the short bus.
And, oh yeah, we just noticed he has a lazy eye. He will see a specialist in a few weeks — probably to have surgery. So at least he won’t be the kid with the lazy eye who rides the short bus. Oy.
I’d really like to start writing here again. I miss the free form of it, and it’s cathartic. But I’m not making any promises.
Happy New Year!