I started back to work full-time this week.
That was after a one-day trip to Minneapolis for an MRI and neurology appointment followed by a speaking engagement at my home church the very next night. The speaking engagement was definitely a Peter Pan moment for me. It filled my heart with joy to talk about things that make me passionate as an adult (international adoption ethics, family preservation, Ethiopian culture and food) with women who have known me since I was a child. With women who remembered me with crooked pigtails and scraped knobby knees and eventually too-short prom dresses. Women who watched me grow up, some of them participants in my progression from teeny tiny to young woman. And these women loved me and embraced me and reminded me of home on Wednesday night. They gave hugs and drank coffee, and I remembered fellowship.
It was good.
So was the MRI and neurology appointment. For the most part. Jude still has a mass in his left temporal lobe. It isn't getting bigger, but it's there, doing what it does. Thank the good Lord the meds are keeping the seizures under control. And thank Him also that our neurologist just might be the sweetest, kindest man in a Looney Tunes tie that I ever did encounter.
Also? I have a cold. The kind that comes accompanies with a cough that keeps me up and annoyed in the wee hours of the morning.
I forgot what this kind of tired feels like. It's good, though. It is. (Minus the cough, that is.)
On Monday I will try to remember how to teach a captive audience of teenagers. Okay, captive might be pushing it. I've missed my coworkers and my students and the opportunity to wear clothes other than sweats and t-shirts. (Okay, that last one was a lie.)
The boys return to school on Tuesday. Other than two yellow folders that I couldn't find in any aisle at Wal-Mart, we are ready. I did some fighting for one of the boys yesterday, and I discovered that our school system is pretty incredible. They went to work for us in a way that could certainly be described as "above and beyond." We're grateful beyond words. (And that doesn't happen very often.)
Last weekend I put several meals in the freezer to help with the transition. This weekend I will try to rest and catch up on laundry and start next week with a clean house all while cramming in some end-of-summer fun with the boys.
We might even sneak in an at-home date night with some meaningless TV and a gin and tonic. Livin' large here.
My blog isn't shutting down, but I am trying to do a better job of being a working mom this year. I want to be present at both places, you know? I won't be around here much, but I'll try to check in to let those who care that we're still pressing forward, making progress.
Because progress is good, isn't it?
(I'll still check comments, so let me know what my beautiful blog friends are up to these days....)