"Optimist: Someone who figures that taking a step backward after taking a step forward is not a disaster, it's a cha cha." - Robert Brault
It's one of those weeks again when everything seems out to bollix up life, and it's only Monday. Stresses from the extended families are heating up (including a visit from my in-laws). Heather is dealing with a set back in her mom's care. Kids are misbehaving. My time is being gobbled by PTA stuff (in spite of me trying to implement boundaries). Cars are being squirrelly, and I can't tell if I'm pregnant or not (pregnancy tests aren't super reliable for me).
I'd like to think all of these obstacles and steps back are a dance, but it's straining my enthusiasm and imagination to even attempt to say that. If this is a dance, then I need to a way to change the tempo and possible the melody. This one is exhausting and confusing. A nice waltz might be preferable to this, at least it would be predictable.