Waiting

I am three weeks into serving the six week sentence I have been given to wear this horrible leg cast. I spent the first two weeks backsliding into depression, and some days, still, I have a hard time pulling myself up onto to my one good foot to greet the day with enthusiasm. I can't wait until September 21st, when, hopefully, the stupid thing comes off. God forbid the heel isn't better by then. I can't stand being sedentary. Pun intended.

I have six more days of being a "manager" before I step back down to "normal" status at Linvilla. I am looking forward to this demotion even more than ever before, because this season has been especially stressful for me. The number of phone calls, texts, and e-mails on which I have spent energy this summer is sickening. Add to that the fact that I haven't been able to walk, or drive, or go into work since the beginning of August, and it's no wonder that I have been so frustrated. It's very difficult to manage two pool snackbars from the sofa in my basement!

The dog also continues to be a source of bitterness in the house. She is constantly barking and growling whenever someone enters or exits the house, except for me, of course. The two female cats in the house have been fighting non-stop since we brought Rory home in July. And Clara can't stand having the kitten in her room, because he isn't yet litter trained, and he is into everything. So even though I am stuck here at home, it isn't like I'm getting any peaceful rest. It is unnerving, and I am anxious most of the time.

School starts next week. That means PTL meetings, singing lessons, conferences, back to school nights, and a plethora of other engagements that I may or may not be able to attend because I have to rely on someone else to drive me everywhere.

So the bottom line for me today is that I'm tired, and unmotivated, because I feel rather useless. I am waiting.