Am I lazy?
I’ve been feeling quite lazy as of late. I haven’t had the motivation to do anything “extra,” and I have been a lot more lax with my kids and what they choose to do with their time. I have felt a lot of shame about this over the last several weeks, since summer started and I nearly came to a complete stop.
That is, until I realized I was simply taking time to exhale.
A reprieve from parenting stress
The school year is a stressful, mostly horrendous time for Ricochet, which makes it the same for me. I work hard to make sure teachers and administrators understand his special needs, and then I fight tooth and nail to try to get those needs implemented, most of the time with little to no success. I hold my breath from August through June, in what feels like an endless torture cycle. It’s mentally and emotionally draining. By March of each year, I’m spent. At that time I fall into too-late-now-maybe-next-year-will-be-better-mode. I give up the fight and just make sure what has to be done gets done so we can cross the finish line.
I needed this reprieve.
I choose not to stress
While I probably should be limiting screen time and making sure my kids read this summer, I’m not. I don’t have the fight in me. I should definitely be working on my next book, the one I promised myself I’d have a full draft of by August. But I just can’t bring myself to stress over that either right now.
[Tweet “I should be limiting screen time and pushing summer reading. I’m not. I’m taking time to exhale.”]
There will be more work to do soon, a new school, a new school year, figuring out how to support a new diagnosis. For now, I have to use this flex time of summer to recuperate, and so does my sweet kid, Ricochet.
We’re simply using this time to exhale.
And that’s okay.