You know that feeling when you have a long, detailed list of tasks to accomplish, and you haven’t checked off a single one?
You know that feeling when every time you start to sort through a pile of papers and files, you encounter something that triggers a reverie, a malevolent memory, and subsequent disappearance into a well so deep that you can’t keep going?
You know that feeling when a friend calls and needs a quick ride to the airport because there’s something going on with her child out of town, and you tell her and you tell yourself it will be alright, and then you wonder why you haven’t heard from your child who is away at school?
You know that feeling when you begin each day determined to take care of yourself, focused on healthy eating and proper exercise because your fat jeans are straining at the stitches and your skinny jeans are smirking from the sidelines, but it’s more than that – it’s fear of something that’s flooding out of you – an awareness, an energy, a stakeholder’s enthusiasm for precious hours – and you know its name, its many names, but you don’t dare to speak them aloud?
Futility, weariness, and apathy form a familiar part of the extended family as other relations lurk in the background and several stalk you in nightmares, waiting for you to let down your guard even as you tell yourself that your children are fine, everything is alright, it is only emotion and imagination and isolation in all their insidious teamwork.
Yet you crave a sort of quiet to beat them back, the quiet that rarely exists and colludes with the demons of solitude, and it doesn’t matter anyway as its possibility is nudged aside daily by that sinking feeling that takes hold within minutes of waking, that feeling to which you refuse to assign explicit nouns, that feeling you wish to replace with knowledge that it is Friday promising time enough to inhale and exhale on the weekend if you choose, though typically you don’t and then you scold yourself for ignoring your own full body hard won lessons.
You dream of a night’s sleep and maybe two, knowing that to say as much is a contradiction, knowing equally that unimportant issues grown to gargantuan stature will shrink to manageable size with actual rest and then would follow appreciation: there is a postal letter from an old pal in Paris, your favorite chick flick is playing on the local station, you make it through a stack of papers despite the stirring of memories, and then your child phones from college at last – sounding sleep-deprived himself yet full of excitement for his new life which he describes in detail, his new way of seeing which he illustrates by emailing drawings, his adaptability well established as he said it would be, and you know he’s alright, and you text your friend and her daughter is alright, and you set aside that sinking feeling and its dark cousins, gratefully.
At least for now.
- Your sources of that sinking feeling?
- Your recommendations, when resolve is slammed by emotion?
- Your favorite Friday fix-em-ups?
notasoccermom says
Oh so glad to hear he is doing well, and better – enjoying himself.
Weekends are somewhat easier sometimes, even though my status stays the same on the weekend, I take a break from the job search and relax as best I can. Old time movies and chick-flicks often in the mix. But it is hard to concentrate.
Sleep is a luxury for those facing trials. Tomorrow is always another day, another chance for things to change for the better. Hope this weekend brings some relief knowing your son is doing well.
BigLittleWolf says
Believe me, nas, I continue to count my blessings, but as you say – sleep is a luxury when we’re under stress, and that’s when we need it most of course. It does help when we know the kids are alright – pretty tired themselves with schoolwork, but where they need to be, and on the path they’ve chosen for themselves.
Amber says
I think we are in the same rut today. If my phone weren’t dead–thanks to a little man’s antics–I would give you a ring. Still, I am thinking of you. Your words give me comfort and remind me that better days will soon arrive.
BigLittleWolf says
Yes, I read you today Amber and knew we were in the same vein. Wishing you a better day for tomorrow. And a fixed phone. And a few zzzzzs which would help, wouldn’t they…
subWOW says
Why do we do this to ourselves? Sometimes I have to literally hold my head with both hands to squeeze these thoughts out.
Wolf Pascoe says
subWOW: I used to think Red Smith had pretty much nailed the writer’s problem with “just sit down and open a vein. ” But I think you just topped him.
Lisa says
Your son is most likely falling into the routine of college. When our youngest left for school, we didn’t hear from her for months…unless she wanted something. I opened a facebook page just to make sure she was sill alive!
Emotions are fickle. Capable of creating euphoria, they are also capable of destroying peace with what ifs. It’s better to reign them in when they begin to run amuck and try and ground yourself in something more stable.
And wine…my staple for a Friday fix-em-up. 😉
Rudri Bhatt Patel @ Being Rudri says
I know I am late to the conversation, but hope you got some much needed rest this weekend. I’ve been in that place, feeling irritated and distracted and looking anywhere to find some relief.
BigLittleWolf says
A bit of cooking, a bit of cleaning, a bit reading and writing… Thanks, Rudri.