Joy in Frustration....

I've been working on a big project for a little bit since I finished my last major project.  My husband and I have been pretty much in crisis management mode since December.  First, a major pipe broke under our house in late November and we've just been going from thing to thing since then.

It was the adoption stuff, then it was my sons birthday, then it was work stuff, then it was getting my licensing stuff done (Kind of silly that I had to fill out a license for something I don't do, in a place I don't work and the form just involved me filling out seven 0's on all the fields that weren't applicable to me).  Regulations just don't make sense.  Then it's been several long days of work as we are fortunate enough that I'm able to take the summer mostly off with my son.

Being off with my son doesn't mean I won't have anything to do; it just means he doesn't get stuck going to Summer Camp for 3 months.  Sometimes going to work seems like a vacation from everything we do (we did quite a walk up a hill last week that my Dad who was with us swore was 3 miles but it was really a mile) just to get free ice cream.  The things we do for summer fun...  My dad in his usual mode said, "I could have just bought an ice cream".  I tried to point out to him, "But it's better when you work for it."  I think my 6 year old and his grandpa were kind of in the same camp.  It's ice cream- whether you work for it or not.

Anyways- the newest thing I'm working on involves me using computer skills I don't have on a old computer that has no space left.  This involves going through 30,000 unread e-mails and trying to clean it out.  Although I don't have time for this, and it's exercising all the patience I can muster, there has been some good.

My son is happy that he gets to just play at home.  He has coined a new phrase, "House Overwhelmed" which apparently means he's spending too much time away from home doing errands and other stuff.  He's a lot like I was when I was a kid and values hours of independent play where he makes up whole stories about his sports figures.  Good for him.

I also have been going down memory lane by cleaning out the e-mails and that has been sentimental. I'm still stuck in my emails from 2015.  There are some that I'm not sure if I responded to and a couple that I just responded to now, 4 years later.  That's what friends are for... Being understanding it could take you 4 years to respond.  Well, wish me luck as I try to navigate technology and am officially feeling like there's no way I'm a millennial.