with Mir Kamin
I'm a freelance writer and mother of two working from home, which theoretically means I can set my own schedule so as to best accommodate my family. In reality, "flexible hours" often equals "working too much." Yes, I'm my own boss; no, that doesn't mean life is easy. It's hard to leave the office when you live there. But I love what I do and feel very lucky. And not just because I get paid to work in my pajamas.
To learn more about Mir, check out her profile on Work It, Mom! or visit her blog at http://www.wouldashoulda.com/
So in my last post, I talked about the impossibility of concentrating on election day. If only I could get through that, I could get back on track. Or so I told myself.
But then yesterday, well, I was exhausted. We’d stayed up late watching the election returns and the speeches, and yesterday I drank a lot of coffee and dragged around trying to get work done. All of the work I hadn’t managed to do the previous day, and all of the work I needed to do yesterday. While exhausted. Some of my finest stuff, right there. (Or not.)
Today I have to do all of the stuff I didn’t get done from the previous two days, as well as what I should be doing today, and I have to say—I think I’m experiencing PESL.
Post Election Stress Letdown.
I don’t know; it just feels like something should be different, somehow, and yet everything is pretty much the same. There’s still work I need to get done. Dinner to be cooked. Children to be tended. And laundry.
(Good lord, the laundry! Where did all of this laundry come from??)
Whether I was particularly neglectful of things in the days leading up to the election (possible) or it’s just turning out to be a rather, erm, intense week on all fronts for other reasons (Murphy’s Law?), I just can’t seem to get a handle on my groove, this week.
I finished an assignment that now needs editing because I didn’t get it perfect the first time. Hardly a crisis, and something that often happens, but today I am not accepting the directive to rework it with much (read: any) grace.
One of my clients has completely changed their minds about what they want, which is certainly their prerogative, but it’s causing some tension and communication challenges, and part of me just wants to walk away. They’re a good client, and these are normal growing pains. My patience is shorter than it should be.
One of my kids is getting over being sick and the other seems to be coming down with being sick, and both of them are having trouble adjusting to the return to school and activities (they had a long weekend break). And as we all know, when in doubt? Blame Mom. Yes, I’m hugely popular in our house this week. (Hold me.)
Yesterday as I drove the kids home from swim practice my car was running hot, and after my husband fiddled with it awhile he determined that I was missing about a gallon of coolant. But there doesn’t appear to be a leak. When I asked what else could cause that, he said that I could be burning coolant as the result of a head gasket problem. When I remarked that that sounded expensive, he just nodded thoughtfully. Eeep.
“It’s always something,” is one of those truisms I hate, but most of the time I’m able to bear up regardless. This week it just feels like a bigger burden than usual.
And don’t ask me what I expected to be different. Logically, I knew nothing would be (immediately) different. But if the election had been followed by a National Day Of Suspension Of Responsibilities And Also Bonbons For Everyone, that would’ve been okay with me.
Hey, I’m just sayin’.
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