Here We Go Again…

Sunday night, 10:55 PM.

Trying with all of my might to get myself excited for the week ahead.  It’s not that I’m not grateful for another day, another week, another opportunity…  It’s just that it’s a challenge to be excited when I am feeling so unbelievably underprepared.

The weekend was fine enough.  We ran some errands Friday afternoon, which we usually do, and settled in for a relatively quiet evening.  We were all spent from this first week back – or this first week of this new phase, depending on how you look at it.  On Saturday, we opted for a much-needed family day in.  It was rainy and dark, and so a perfect day to sleep late, hang out with a movie, play some games, read, and just spend some time together to recover a bit from an incredibly emotional and stressful week for all of us.  Even the Rotten Cats were edgy, and nothing moves them.

Despite the well-used day off, Sunday felt like a day of wind-up rather than a day of rest.  Maybe we all just let our fears and insecurities about the week ahead get the best of us.  Yes, that is probably it.  And around here, for better or for worse, each of us tends to throw those fears and insecurities out in the air.  When everyone does it, sparks fly.

My Mother always said that only one person in the house is allowed to be crazy at a time.  I think today we all forgot that bit of wisdom.  When everyone gets a little out of sorts, there is no one left to pull the others back from the edge.  That does not make for a restful day of preparation.

It serves no purpose to bemoan the things that we have not accomplished this weekend.  It serves no purpose to fear the days ahead and wonder if we are well enough prepared.  It is what it is and in this case, good enough simply has to be good enough.

And so on Sunday evening, the only thing left to do is get things packed for tomorrow morning, say my prayers, and face the day and the week ahead with all the strength I can muster.

We can only proceed by taking that first step.

Better day tomorrow…