The joys of the nannyhood. Chuck up. I never had a reason to know what this was before. Now I do.
Sunday I went to book club at a mighty delicious place
I love French food. And I’m leading the discussion for my book club’s next book. Persuasion by Jane Austen. I’m very excited. Also nervous. Public speaking and leading discussions and socializing in general.. Not my strong point.
I like to spend time on the roof of my building staring at the sunset (or the stars) and contemplating life (or my next move).
Yesterday when I was up there I thought about how I’ve been here in Atlanta a year and everything has changed. Every aspect of my life is different. I had all these plans for what life was going to be like here and what I would be able to do and how happy I’d be. For about 2 months I had it. Then on April 26th a tree changed it all.
I’ve had a hard time adjusting to change and I feel more coming. I feel like I’m floating through life with no direction. I am happy to report that I shaved my legs twice last week. Makeup came out of the cabinet and made it onto my face. I didn’t walk around looking like a hobo all week.
That’s a step, right?
I also:
*tracked all my food
*dried my hair TWICE (monumental!)
*took way too many bubble baths
*took a little time for myself without giving 2 shits what anyone else thought
I’m having good days and bad days sometimes all rolled into one. But I’m still kicking.
Has anyone actually used Chuck Up? If so I’d love to hear about it.
I think I know how you might feel. I had a “tree” happen to me several years when my marriage crashed. The person I was married to was a stranger. It was awful, horrible and I remember just praying for a boring ordinary day and not trying to figure out what divorce lawyer to hire. Many days it felt like my heart was beating outside of my chest and I was watching myself from above all at the same time. Things got better and I got smarter each time I got beaten down. I am praying that you receive peace from the changes you see ahead.
I remember our school bus driver always had a big bag of kitty litter on board – the bulk version of Chuck Up…
Oh, the “Chuck Up” totaly brings back elementary school memories! And I especially like how the script on the words “Chuck Up” is fashioned to look like it’s dripping. Gag. Ew.