Microblog Mondays – Time flies

I know,  I know, where the hell have I been?  I didn’t have that much to say (well I did but all in my head) and I had to readjust my morning schedule, so that left blog reading and writing in the dust.  Once all of my productive energy was used up, I had scant brain cells left in the evening to actually write coherently.  So, a quick summary.

My little boy entered grade 2 and with it, came a lot more concerns about his learning skills.  He is receiving learning assistance support but hubby and I are right there helping him with his homework.   I actually told his teacher that he was adopted which isn’t something that I normally do, but I felt really insecure about not knowing his biological history in regards to any learning disabilities.  And I also felt a little helpless.  I always had a really easy time at school, and it really made a difference in how I felt about school. I also don’t want him to think he’s stupid and we’re working hard to keep up his self esteem.

I went away to a Buddhist conference last month for 4 days in Toronto.  It was awesome.  As it happened, hubby had to work out of town for a few days and had to take Boo with him.  His brother was supposed to take care of him  but he ended up having a minor heart attack for which a stent was required.  I got the email while I was away and as Buddhists do, we chanted for his speedy recovery.  I had a wonderful time and it was awesome to just immerse myself in study and chanting and talking to an array of women from across Canada.  Heard many stories of women trying to recreating their lives and overcoming cancer.  The last time I was there, the dream of a child was still that, a dream. One thing really bugged me though.  There was a woman there that expressed that she still had a regret that she never had a child.  A couple of women just sort of joked about it, like oh,  I wanted one too but then  realized how noisy they are.  They was insensitive and it pissed me off.  I didn’t get a chance to tell her that I had heard her and that I understood that that kind of grief doesn’t ever really go away.  I forwarded my email to her but I haven’t heard anything back.  Hmmm.

Then I went to Toronto to visit my sister for Thanksgiving (quick 5 day visit).  That was a little weird.  Nice, but weird.  My sister is 3 years younger than me and yet we have very little in common when it comes to the way we do things and how we move about in the world.  No, I did not see or talk to my older sister.  Also, Boo came with me and unlike the first time we travelled together, he was a bit of handful.  He’s going through a phase where basically he challenges me on just about everything.  If I say the sky is blue, he insists it’s red.  And being an only child is really tough on him; he likes nothing better than being with kids his own age and barring that any other young person.  So it was good he spent time with his cousin, but his cousin is now 13 and getting a bit moody.  I think my son exhausted him.  It was great spending some time with friends though.

I’ve been super busy with auditions lately. Right after I declared that I was ready to just tell my agent not to call me for 6 months.  But of course, no bookings.  I am so over show business.  I’m tired of having my ego trounced.  I’m tired of doubting myself and worrying about things that I can’t change, like my age or how I look.  I’m too old for that shit. Literally.   Looking for f/t theatre work so I can recharge my batteries.

Good news is that my hormones are finally under control.  And with that, my mood.  So all the DHEA, estriol  (bioidentical estrogen) cream and progesterone pills have done their job.  Had a recheck of my hormones and I’m doing much better, more balanced.  The testosterone level of a 22 year old, not sure what the heck that means, I’m still waxing my chin.  My energy level is pretty high in the mornings and  fades by mid afternoon so I move like a tornado in the mornings.   I participated in a photo shoot for the city rec centre so I’ll be getting a 10 visit pass so I’m going to take advantage of that.  My shoulder is not 100% yet, I can’t fully rotate it, but I have to do something.  My mid section is about the same size as my bra.  Not good. Ah yes, there’s something humbling and terrifying about turning into your mother.

Hubby and I are in a better space.  We’ve reached a solid partnership.  Oddly there’s more insecurity about his work, (his partnership with his best friend fell apart) but he’s less stressed than usual.  I’m the one that’s way more concerned about our future.  The housing market here is nuts, and the thought of continually putting thousands of dollars into someone else’s equity is nauseating.  So that means making more money without selling my soul to a brain numbing but stable job (which is exactly what my mother did).

Time is really flying by and I definitely feel like I need to make the most of it.




3 thoughts on “Microblog Mondays – Time flies

  1. Grade 2??! Holy cow, time IS flying by. You do sound like you are in a better place these days overall — I am glad, & I hope the uncertainties resolve themselves soon. (((hugs)))

  2. It’s so good to hear from you! Lots going on. I hope that the school figures out some ways to help your son have an easier time of it at school. The Buddhist conference sounds great — although strange that a group of women in that setting would be so insensitive to someone expressing a regret about children. I guess it doesn’t matter where you are, that stuff comes up. Argh. I’m glad things are better with your husband, and that your hormones are in better control (I pluck my chin, but am starting to consider covering more ground all at once with wax…). Like Loribeth, I hope that the lingering uncertainties resolve themselves.

    • It just goes to show you than whenever childlessness is brought up, people are quick to push by it because it makes people uncomfortable. I certainly went through the same thing more than once.

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