A different sort of mom.

I'm a mom. I have one son. He's 10 months old right now. I have a husband who works an incredibly demanding job in Manhattan as a consultant of sorts. He is going to have worked almost 60 hours in 4 days this week. I think.

When the weekend comes it is VERY RARE for us to do nothing. We want to go to a park, hike, walk, go into the city, go to a fair, art show, walk through our little town, meet up with friends, explore a new restaurant, place, or ice cream shop. We want to DO things. While the pace of husbands job is not the best and something we're not really liking, we do like to be busy, we like to go places, meet people, try new things, and explore. We're just those kind of people!

I've found that I'm also that kind of mom. Husband is going to Kenya on work for 2 weeks. I am planning on a few days here, there, and in between. Two different parts of Pennsylvania, coming back to Jersey. A trip into the city. Two sets of guests from out of town. And where some might feel overwhelmed- I feel totally completely thrilled. I am going to make the most of it. I hate it when he's gone, and I dread it like crazy. But am I going to sit on my ass and cry about it? um, no.

At any rate, I'm just a different style. I have problems- I go get counseling. I get bored, I go for a walk, I explore, I call a friend. I live in this really amazing area, we try our best to get out in it.

Father. I need some more friends in my life who share some of our love of action. I ask for You to somehow bring people in our lives, people with kids, who are laid back and want to hang out and be spontaneous and do things multiple times in a week.

The fog.

The fog rolled in right about the same time that I realized husband and I had decided to say yes to the project his job just offered him. The project that will take him away from me for over two weeks this month. The project that will only do one good thing- and that is that it will enable at least one of us to visit Kenya before our move. I am thinking of a million things I want him to be able to answer for me by the time he gets back. I'm also trying not to think of how we had every weekend booked this month. How he's going to miss one of my bestest friends and her husband from England and their entire visit to see us. How he may have to leave early on our 5th anniversary weekend extravaganza at the Ritz Carlton in Manhattan. I am trying not to think about how I will miss him. What if our son takes his first steps while he is gone?

I need to stop right there, because the fog just started getting thicker.

Lately this paralyzing fog comes over me, threatening to halt all of my production for the day, and to eat up all my happiness in one horribly foul swoop. Today, when it started coming, I did something that I normally would never think to do... I started praying. Thanking. Worshiping. and Then yelling in tongues quite happily. And you know what? While the fog didn't roll away, it didn't eat me up. And I didn't feel like crying for hours.

I think I may have made a bit of progress today. :)