My sweet sister-in-law asked during our visit last week (Thanksgiving was awesome, I hope yours was too) how I was liking being at home full-time.
Me, diplomatically: "Well, it's a whole different skill set."
subtext: "and I have none of them and am very bad at this at-home thing and don't know what the heck I'm doing"
She agreed about the skills, though. It's true.
I am applying for jobs, but it seems to be the equivalent of throwing digital paper into a massive black hole. I send things out. I get acknowledgement that my application was received. And then I never hear anything ever again.
My job-hunting efforts are hamstrung by this at-home gig I currently have. I put kids on the bus at 8:30, meet Bel's bus at noon and Otto's bus at 4. In the morning I walk Charles, run short necessary errands, and work on relevant job stuff in the morning. Afternoons, though, are all Bel, and when Otto gets home, the homework slog begins. Then dinner. Then bed. Then I crash.
And yes, I'm getting antsy about work because this isn't my normal routine, and I don't see it becoming my new normal. It's an in-between state. We need me to work to help pay bills, and I need me to work to use a different part of my brain on a regular basis. I like working, and I miss it.
So, that's where the work/non-work thing is at.
Otto's still struggling mightily with writing assignments and his teacher is worried about his attention issues. We have a drs appointment after the first of the year with a specialist, and I'll talk with the doc about all this and see what's next. The good news is he still likes school, and he really has been doing better. I guess we've plateaued or something? I'm not sure. And I'm not sure what's next, so that's kind of stressful.
Bel has a loose tooth, and she's very excited and proud of that fact. I could barely get her to eat tonight, she had her finger in her mouth so much wiggling that little white nub around. I'd better alert the Tooth Fairy.
Anyway, our Thanksgiving really was great. Being so close to Iowa means we had time to spend with people instead of on the road, and it was awesome. But vacation reentry is always tough, even (it turns out) when there's not a day job waiting for you on Monday morning when you get back. Boo.