I'm finally "back."
My baby is almost 8 weeks old, and regular life is swirling around me. I'm "back" to my calling. I'm "back" to teaching piano lessons.
And with everything going on, I've dropped the ball on a few things, most of them relating to my kiddos (she didn't NEED that cavity filled right away, right?).
I feel badly about it.
And the past three nights, I've dreamed about missing recovery meetings (that I facilitate), forgetting about ward counsel, being extremely late for church because I can't physically move as fast as I need to, missing doctor appointments... and last night I dreamed that I got the wrong date for the fireside Andrew is coming to put on and I missed it.
I wake up feeling defeated, like I haven't even put my toes on the ground and I've already messed up. It's a super fun feeling.
Anyway, this morning I was so happy to wake up because if I'm going to drop the ball anywhere I DO NOT want it to be on Andrew's fireside. It's going to be a little bit of a drive to get there, and I need to get a sitter for my older kids (my parents know about our situation, so I can ask them but it's never terribly comfy to bring up porn addiction with anyone that isn't, well, People Like You)... but it's definitely an event I refuse to drop the ball on.
Here's to one more day of adjusting "back" to real life... it's getting easier with each passing day.