Friday, June 7, 2013

I try to take one day at a time, but sometimes several days attack me at once. ~Jennifer Yane

This past week has been nothing short of crazy.  Work was absolutely nuts (and I only work three days) and it was really all I could do to race to Friday.  We are hiring new mentors for next year which will hopefully alleviate our current caseloads so I can actually feel like my job makes a difference, unlike most of this year where there was always more to be done and not enough of me to do it.  We spent our late afternoons and into the evening interviewing. I had typed up a menu plan but then between my book club on Monday night and then three crazy days of work...well, let's just say there was no real point.  Joe has been working a ton too and my crazy week impacted him in huge ways.

...deep breath...

Having a job that is so cyclical is tough in some regards.  This time of year is always so busy and people are so ready to be done.  There are changes that happen in preparation for next year, some chosen and others not.  It is hard not to stop and reflect on what the last 10 months have been like except for that there isn't a lot of time to do it.

I do know that I will be mentoring again part time next year.  I am so excited that I will again be working part time and that I again with have 2 full weekdays home with Taelin, in addition to our weekends with Joe.  She will be attending preschool again three days a week although there have been quite a few inquiries about whether she starts kindergarten in the fall.  And where that might be.  And then between the reflection of this year and the looking towards next year I realize I need to take a couple of deep breaths again.

We are tittering on a year of change.  Next year, will be the last year that Taelin and I get to enjoy more days at home together than not.  Next year, we will have to decide what kindergarten is going to look like for Taelin, there will be an actual registration of some sort that I expect will result in a few tearful/happy/proud/sad moments. Joe's job has a lot of transition happening right now that is really going to lead to more transition for next year.  Next year, I am going to have to make some decisions about my next steps in my career.  There is a shelf life for the kind of work I am doing and I have been feeling that this year.

I don't know what any of that is going to look like right now and am I pretty much ok with that.  I don't need to know right now and I know that whatever it ends up looking like, we will be together and we will be happy. That's how we roll.

So, before I get too far ahead of myself, let me tell you why I was racing towards Friday.  You see, Taelin and I had some fairly elaborate plans today.  After going to the podiatrist for my aching foot and getting the diagnosis of plantar fasciitis and another appointment to get fitted for a orthotic, we drove up to Portland and enjoyed a double header of the Portland Children's Museum and the Zoo.  It was such an incredible day of spending time together (which was just what I needed after pretty much the only time I spent with her during the 3 prior days was the 40 minutes of getting her ready and driving her to preschool.)

And tomorrow...we are going to Nana's and spending the afternoon at the beach.  It is supposed to be beautiful weather.  And then...I only have 3 more work days and our summer can officially start.  Bring.  It.  On.  Who knows what can happen....

2 comments:

  1. I adore you Jodie. Never feel like you're professionally not doing enough- you're incredible. And you know how I feel about family vs work- Taelin and Joe win every time...hands down. It makes my heart happy you'll be with the Mentor Program next year but that you're so willing to put your family first. (Hugs) It's almost summer!

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  2. plantar fasciitis is no fun. I got the lecture from the foot doctor about 5 years ago....and then lied about the number of stilettos I own :) My recommendation is more Chaco! Also more calls from your sister. Love you! I'll call tomorrow.

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