Something is sucking the joy out of my summer, sitting on my chest, weighing it down.
Yesterday afternoon turned sour. My child was rude and unkind to me. I came home and went through the motions of dinner and retired to bed to read my book. I am having some real reading comprehension issues of late. I've always read too fast. I've tried to slow down. What I usually do is just read things twice, but I get all irritated and end up skimming the second time around and it ends up not helping much at all. It's most frustrating and I feel like a real dummy.
I think I'm going to read with a sheet of paper hiding the next lines on the page. This device makes me feel even more like a dummy. If that doesn't slow me down, I don't know what will.
I'm trying to digest too much information at once. Everything feels like it's shifting for me and, to be honest, I feel overwhelmed. I feel like closing down my blog and setting my email up with a vacation setting, but I can't. There are play dates to arrange and classes to sign up for and plans to be made and all I really want to do is lay on the couch and hug a pillow.
