The Storm Before The Calm

I am tired boss, too tired to try and make anyone else happy. Too tired to juggle more than my life can juggle. Tired of explaining it, explaining myself constantly when I shouldn’t have to. I am in power save mode right now. I need a generator or something. I’ll settle for slowly piecing together a room and organizing. I feel a mini-vacation coming on. I need a change of pace and of scenery for a few days. My daughter is headed off to camp this week. A much-needed change of pace for her as well. You have heard of the calm before the storm but this is the storm before the calm.

It is that time of year where moms are scrambling to get preparations squared away for the new school year. A transition that will be more tricky than normal given the previous interruption caused by covid. What officially will the school mandate or not and what can we expect? What can the kids expect it’ll still be different and for those like my children who spent the entirety of last year homeschooled it is gonna be rough sailing at first. There will be a new influx of transitioning stress and juggling until there is a new rhythm and routine.

The last bit of Summer fun and break is winding down. We haven’t taken a trip but we need to however small. I am going to have a high schooler this year, that is a heck of a transition, do you remember it? It’s an adjustment even when approached with open arms. Before you know it I will have a teen driver, that’s a scary thought. In a few short years, she will be a senior and my youngest will hit middle school. Time seems to poke when they are tiny but at some point, it is as if the fast forward button got stuck and it flew by. I can not imagine having an empty nest. I will end up some wood witch in a cabin with cats feeding the squirrels and birds, collecting furry companions. So basically a crazy cat lady. Maybe some goats and chickens too. In the meantime, I am going to rejoin the present and surround myself with my kids while I still can.

Published by izzysconfessions

I was born and raised in the smallest of towns in Southwest Virginia. A town that is extraordinarily active, yet a town that is like it's very own little mini Bible belt. My dad was Baptist, my mom pentecostal, and I'm paranormal. I would venture to say it is somewhat of a family trait. One that is met with equal acceptance and curiosity as much as it is met with skepticism. Individually and collectively so much has been experienced and witnessed at times to such a degree that one might wonder how on earth there is room for doubt. I dont have all the answers, I do not have it all figured out. Im as human as everyone else relying heavily many mornings on a lot of coffee and a little Jesus. In fact, I can't decide what I want for dinner most days. One constant is I cannot go a single day without chocolate. Pour a cup of coffee, or a little tea and whiskey and join me in my confessions of a haunted freak.

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