In Which Pedro Almodovar Knew What He Was Talking About

I cannot believe that for the first time since I started this blog, on Christmas Day 2007, I didn't post on my blogoversary. Okay, maybe I can believe it. I last posted on December 9 and last read blogs even before that; this is the longest blogging break I have taken since I started--and I am really missing all of you; Facebook is just not the same. 

For several weeks I have been juggling like never before, busier certainly than in the years when four kids went to four different schools and I volunteered my little heart out and cooked dinner and packed lunches and drove carpools and attended games and performances. 

I didn't plan on it getting to the point it did; it all snuck up on me. There's the full-time job of course, and Christmas is always busy and I have had another full-time job fighting for treatment for Jenny. On a nightly basis I was breaking my sacred rule about eight hours of sleep (six turns out to be very no bueno for me) and the exercise routine that helps keep me sane could not be shoehorned in anywhere. 

Then, a week before Christmas, our neighborhood was devastated by a neighbor's suicide. It was both very sad and added another level of need-to-do to my my already heaping plate. At this point in fact, I began to have a hard time seeing over the top of that plate. I started to sweat a little, but was sure I could do it all. When have I ever not? There were a couple of bumps on the homefront that added some stress, but I am confident it was the work project that was gifted to me via email, without prior consultation or notice, under cover of night, that was the proverbial last straw (me being the proverbial camel in this scenario).

In any event, it came to pass that on Friday afternoon, after attending the funeral for our neighbor, I found myself standing in my garage screaming at my husband, "I THINK I MIGHT REALLY BE ON THE VERGE OF A NERVOUS BREAKDOWN!" as he screamed back at me, "I BELIEVE YOU!"

It turns out the truth shall set you free. I have taken a few-day-hiatus from supporting Jenny--the point of a team is to hand the ball off now and then, right? I have taken down Christmas (note-to-self: normal people probably say "I can't take down Christmas because I have too much to do," while I say, "I have to take down Christmas now so I can think to do all the other stuff I have to do." I probably need a therapist). I have done some laundry and graded some work and dusted and swept.

I have just finished with a nice, hot bath and will be getting to bed soon. 

I have taken my son and his girlfriend to the airport and have assured her that she truly has seen this family at both its best and worst during this trip. If she keeps coming back, it won't be because she's not seen "the real us."

Next time (let's be realistic, there will likely be a next time--I never expected to be putting the hours in on Jenny's situation as I have, but once you get started, what are you going to do? When Jenny gets into treatment I will be floating on that high for a long time and it will be amazing to help and see her rebuild her life), I hope to recognize when I need to put on my oxygen mask before it gets to the point it did. 

Christmas itself? Magical in every way. From the brunch (outside with mimosas under a sky and sun that dazzled completely) to the mid-day bike ride to the incredibly thoughtful gifts that everyone gave and got to the fact that our guests included two dogs (belonging to my stepsis) and two kitttens (my grandkitties) to the delicious dinner--it was Christmas as Christmas should be--a celebration of family and love and generosity (also flexibility--Grownup Guy had to work part of the day so we did presents at night--I was a victim of the rigidity of "tradition" as a newlywed and I will never put that on one of my kids. Never.).

Christmas 2013: MVP, Mandy (holding the totally random Noel Duck), me, Mr. Fix-it, Social Butterfly, Danger Boy. Tree courtesy of the Christmas spirit of a stranger. 

As for blogging . . .

I think it might just be a safety valve on the pressure cooker that being me can sometimes be. I'll be back.

 

Comments

[JFS in IL]

Sorry about your neighbor - how sad for that family! Hang in there, Jenny! And curses on the evil Grinch who zapped you with that work project (I bet it was something they could not get to in the holiday madness, right? So they lobbed it at you!)

I hope Jenny gets the treatment she needs soon!

[Gail]

Oh, my dear! You have had a heaping plate. Hope Jenny gets the treatment she needs and the neighborhood recovers from that trauma. Glad Christmas Day was so fun, sun and warm sounds good to me. Meanwhile here in Utah we are having inversions and smog. Yesterday and today have required my oxygen 24/7. *sigh* Mr. Fix-It is lucky to have escaped some of it.

[Gail]

And I'm glad you're back. I've been missing you.

[Cassi]

It is important to know when enough is enough --or too much. And great to have a husband who can scream right back at you to confirm it :-)

I always think Christmas traditions should be flexible. The important thing is family, not the date, right? (Even if you're celebrating it just for religious reasons, it's not like Jesus was actually born on December 25th.)

[Smalltown Me]

Sometimes there really is too much on the plate. Get your rest and exercise! In the spirit of being flexible, we're doing our thing with the inlaws today, the 29th. One more round of baking for me!

[Green Girl in Wisconsin]

Here's to some moderation in 2014! It sounds like you had a lot of goodness to balance the bad in that full plate of yours.

[momtaxijulie]

Sounds so stressful :( Here's to some peace for you!

[MIME]

It's posts like this that make me feel more normal. Sometimes when I read your blog I wonder how you do so much and moreover why I sometimes feel inadequate. I've always admired you and your energy for your passions. But I admire you just as much for your self-awareness and vulnerability. Take care...

[Brightside-Susan]

I didn't have nearly so much going on and was stressed this season. too. So glad you had family to help you through and the presence of mind to do what made things work for you.

[lanes]

Another toast to balance! Also, happy new year, my friend!

[busy bee suz]

Your plate runneth over. Yikes. I'm a fan of all your good stuff....family and going with the flow! So sorry about the things happening.
WIshes for an easier 2014!!!!
XO

[busy bee suz]

*sorry about the bad things happening.

[Jen]

I'm so sorry, but I'm glad you are attempting to free up your plate now. I have to admit that as I was forcing my family to help me take down the Christmas decorations on January 1st, I thought of you!
If I lived near you, I would be at your doorstep, forcing you to take a "Girl's Day"! You deserve one!
This is unrelated, but I wanted to tell you that I loved your Christmas card - the photo is awesome!

[Jocelyn]

Oh, yes to the notion of a blog as a valve--use it to let off the steam, for sure...I mean, when you're not doing that by having some shouts in the garage with your husband. That's a pretty funny scene, once you're out of the moment of it.

Pedaling back allows to you be reminded that you have to be happy and well yourself before you can pass those things on to others.

[Karen (formerly kcinnova)]

I've been worried about you and all that you've been taking on, so I am actually relieved to read this update. (Confession: I'd actually thought, PITA moms are a team, someone else needs to step in and give Jenn a break. So I'm extra-relieved to discover that is what indeed happened.)
My DIL spent 8 weeks with us during a really stressful time: our house was on the market, my mom was dying, graduation, packing and moving -- plus it was HOT & humid (105 - 115F heat index). She still married into the family but it was most definitely under no illusions of perfection!

Wishing your entire neighborhood peace and healing. Wishing you moderation and balance... and karma to whomever tossed that extra work your way via e-mail.