Busy Times

The title of this post is no understatement. Life has been busy. Busy, busy, busy. I interviewed for and accepted a supervisory position in my office back in March - the wisdom of which I am still questioning - and it feels like I haven't stopped since. The program our bureau oversees has been in flux since August. The Powers That Be put changes into place before all the details, bugs, procedures, etc. were hammered out. It's been an experience dealing with the ramifications of that. It'll all settle down eventually (I sincerely hope), but until it does . . .

Work isn't the only thing keeping me on my toes: my health is, too. Back in February I began feeling pins and needles first in my feet and then my hands. It eventually morphed into a feeling of weakness in my shoulder and leg which was frankly petrifying. In my vivid imagination I had myself diagnosed with some terrible, incurable, wasting neurological disease and in my grave within a year. I'm as positive as I can be that reality will prove to be much better than my imagination. I began seeing a chiropractor who diagnosed me with upper cross syndrome (terrible posture, constantly hunching of the computer, incredibly tight muscles that should be loose). The massage therapy he prescribed seems to be helping. The pins and needles aren't gone completely, so I'll be seeing a neurologist just to make sure there's not anything more. It's an adventure.

Baby boo continues to be our little piece of perfection on two feet who relishes the word "No" and loves seeing just how long she can ignore mom and dad when the ask/tell her to do something ("No, sweetie, the water stays in the tub. No, sweetie, tub. Kathleen Elizabeth [insert last name here], if the water can't stay in the tub, neither can you."). At the same time, her vocabulary is expanding by leaps and bounds. I love how she plays with words. Yummy, for instance is now a verb that's meant to convey enjoyment, the act of eating, and contentment. "Mommy, I yummy the cookie!" Genius.

Oh, let’s not forget perimenopause. I’m not positive, but I’m pretty sure it’s here if these extraordinarily short cycles that have been sneaking in here and there and the lovely hormones are anything to judge by. I knew it was coming eventually. I thought I’d have a few more years, though. Well, at least I won’t need to continue wondering when the beginning of the end will arrive. It hasn’t been terribly bad – no hot flashes – but it’s only been with me for a year. We’ll see what happens as it progresses. Maybe I’ll luck out and it will be uneventful.