I can’t find a pen

I’m sick.

Liam had some sort of virus a little over a week ago and I think he shared it with me.  Generous child, that one.  I’ve been knocked flat in bed all day.

In many ways, I’m really lucky this unpleasantness landed on a rare day off for me when Joe is home taking care of the lads and the only thing I had to cancel is my guitar lesson.

But I love my guitar lessons.  And we also weren’t able to make it to a birthday party for our sweet little pal who’s turning two nor meet his brand new baby sister.

Did I mention that it was supposed to rain all weekend but it turned out instead that it is actually perfect weather for doing all the things that I really need and want to do outside in the yard?

I also missed the rapture completely because I was watching the season finale of Bones on hulu.  I’m just off today.

Joe is a really good parent.  I’ve been up here in the bedroom all day listening to the three of them knocking around together.

Does this seem a little disjointed and even more meaningless than usual?  Yeah, it wasn’t really supposed to be a blog post.  I wanted to write in my notebook but I can’t find a pen and I’ve already summoned Joe a meeellion times today in need of toast, soup, water, and sympathy.

I miss people today.   I really miss my friend who I can always count on to be as interested in all the everyday details of my life as I am in hers.  I miss my parents and my sister and Joe’s parents and his brother and all those good people in our extended family.  I miss our Iowa City friends who have moved to Oregon (yes, I miss you twice!), to Milwaukee, to Chicago, to Boston, to Cleveland, to San Francisco, to Botswana.  I miss my little goddaughter in South Dakota and her whole amazing family.  I miss my beautiful cousins in Ireland.

I miss the feeling of being on top of things which really hasn’t returned in the two months that I’ve been home from my trip.  At the rate we’re going, we’ll be lucky if we finish our spring curriculum before the school year starts in the fall.

I don’t really have a hold on things right now.  It’s not the worst feeling but it’s unsettling for me.  There are more changes on the horizon too, just enough so that I am left wondering if I will ever again feel like I’ve got it under control.

I just set the laptop down for a moment because two little boys clad in Ben 10 pajamas, one holding a hot pink recorder and the other holding a slightly bent slide whistle, came up to my bedroom so we could do what has become our evening ritual of “The Family Song” which is loosely based on the Phish song “Simple” (nod to my friend and fellow music therapist Blythe LaGasse who taught this to me during internship) followed by the theme song to “Spectacular Spiderman“, me on guitar and Joe on on mandolin.

So you know what?  Scratch all that.  It’s all good.  It’s grand.

One thought on “I can’t find a pen

  1. I think of you guys all. the. time.
    Can you believe that at the end of this summer we will have been here for a whole year, time is going so fast!
    You know me- I try to be organized, “on top of things”- I make lists, write upcoming events on the calendar, but this only lasts a couple of weeks or so and then its back to normal (:
    I love the family songs at bedtime such a fun and sweet thing to do!
    feel better soon wish I could give you some of our homemade kombucha (:

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