By Heather O.
It’s true. I’m here. Alive, breathing, and functional.
This summer has been, to say the least, intense. Intense in a good way: Segullah writing retreat, a trip to see family in Seattle, a trip to see family in Utah, a trip to see family in Idaho (are you seeing a theme? Yes, my family is intense) and, of course, two weeks in Haiti, of which I’ve already talked too much about. I landed in my bed at 12:30am last night after traveling for almost 15 hours straight, and I didn’t actually exit the bed today until close to 11:00am.
Bottom line: I’m beat.
And I don’t know where to begin. Do I clean my house, do I go through my bills, do I go through weeks of email, do I tend to my grossly neglected and overgrown garden, do I do the laundry, do I clean out the fridge that I didn’t have time to clean out because there was just a fraction of a second between the time that I got home from Haiti and the time I left for Utah and I was too busy rebuilding electrolytes to throw out moldy leftovers?
Or, should I just waste time on facebook and blog about how overwhelmed I am?
Maybe I should whine a little, too. I’m really good at that, in case you were wondering. Whine whine, moan and whine. I’m also really good at whining at a tone that is super high pitched and annoying. I can’t cry on command very well, though, which is too bad, because nothing makes a whine more authentic than some big fat waterworks.
Other bottom line: I need some help easing back into normal life.
Whine whine, moan and whine….