First: a few cute pictures of my family. And then? Some chatter because my brain is all a-clatter. And me? I like to share the noise.
It's the second day of winter. Let's take a walk down memory lane today to winters past...
Here's one from 2004:
|Jakey and Me, February 2004 (when my hair was still blonde-ish)|
|Time to get 3 year-old twins into bundled into snowsuits? Half hour.|
|Maximum time 3 year-olds will spend out sledding? 15 minutes.|
|That was a lot of snow!|
|What could be better than a toboggan pulled by Dad?|
And now, for part 2 -- those pesky words:
I'm actually feeling human today. Today, for the first time in nearly two weeks I woke up without feeling like I was something scraped off the bottom of a shoe.
I forgot how reductive pain is, how it strips the layers of the self away. I have been hunkered down in survival mode for so long, I was shocked by clarity and lightness.
It made me see how I have been not thinking for days. When you are deep in the brain fog you can't see it, it just feels like atmosphere. It's only when it lifts that I understand how limited of vision, short-sighted as well as short-tempered I have been of late. I know I've been less than 100% present, but how much less was not clear until today; today when I am at least somewhat myself.
My beast-brain had been at the forefront, large and in charge; now somewhat quelled. My executive functioning is up and running (as much as it ever is in this ADD brain of mine, that is) my frontal lobes asserting themselves once more.
I felt like throwing myself a welcome home party. I've missed me, truly. But I so didn't have time for that. I had so much that needed to get done, that I had not just left un-done but hadn't even realized was sliding off the plate. Especially: arrangements for my post-surgery recovery, which surely involve other people tending to my children for a few days.
Yesterday I slept all day. Really... ALL. DAY.
I made it to Ethan's class publishing party at his school, got the car re-parked (NYC alternate parking, it was on the wrong side) then came home and collapsed. Set the alarm for 3:55... five minutes before Jake's bus wait-time begins and thanked the gods that someone else was picking up Ethan to take him to Hebrew School. Then? Sleep.
My husband and I have a running joke... I say: "I'm so tired I could sleep for a week."
He says: "Honey, that's called a coma."
I pretend to consider the consequences, then conclude: "That's OK, I'll take it."
Only yesterday? It wasn't so funny. I really did feel that I was nanometers away from not being able to wake.
If you could call the zombie-like state in which I have been carrying out my minimalist functioning "awake." It's a miracle that I have been able to execute the bare minimum required of competent parenting (kids are taken to school and picked up, fed, clean, homework done and in bed before midnight - CHECK!)
So you can imagine how happy I was today to be able to think, to function like a normal human being (well, my usual crude imitation of one, anyway).
And all this makes me think of Jake, and wondering how his level of internal distraction and discomfort is contributing to his sometime foggy state. When he's so busy trying to get enough input to make sense of his senses, there's no room in his brain for the other good stuff.
He clearly has attention issues, but they're not of the ADD variety. We've tried ADD meds; they do nothing for him, just make him highly cranky and even more distracted (if that's possible) and who needs that? His attention issues are puzzling and seeing how distracted and completely unable to think I've been these past two weeks gets my brain a-humming (now that it's finally awake).
Anyway, I don't have any answers to this, no conclusions drawn. Just musings and questions, lines of inquiry worth chasing down a bit, sometime. When I have some spare time. (Don't all fall off your chairs laughing now.)
And now my energy is flagging, and the sofa so inviting. My spurt of productivity of has sputtered out; time for rest and renewal. If I am going to retain my human form tomorrow? I must now put down the mouse, step away from the keyboard.
Goodnight, my friends, goodnight.
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