Last week I told Nat the story of the Illiad, and I keep coming back to it; today I sang him part of Les Mis (badly, but whatever), and we talked about Jean Valjean and Fantine. Some of it. I've told him parts of the story before, and we've listened to some of the music. He's having some emotional spazz attacks a lot, which are made harder to deal with by the persistently sub-freezing weather. It's nearly the end of March and we still can't go outside.
Geoff and I have been reading a number of books about self-control and persistence and vocation and organization, and many of them are good, but I am left with a persistent feeling of, "Well, that's fine, but you are telling me that I just need to organize, write down, and have blocks of time for contemplation. I don't have those."
Right now, in my head, I am trying to:
Plan how to get extra calories into the girls without compromising nutrition
Thinking about how to help my parents organize their banking
Trying to plan two different grocery store trips
Planning the resulting cooking and meal prep
Thinking about how to not strangle Nat and deal with his overwhelming energy right now
Trying to plan how to sleep train Elizabeth out of waking at four
While someone is trying to pull up the back of my shirt and blow raspberries on my back. I am trying not to be upset about the extra burden of worry about the girls, but I am struggling. There is too much to do and only one of me.