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Day 293: Is it over yet?

It’s been completely dark for two hours and it’s not even seven yet; it feels more like nine or ten to me. I keep looking at the clock, hoping that it’s bedtime. Nope, it’s only been two minutes since I last checked. I wonder if anyone wants to play a board game? Or bake brownies? Not that I want to bake brownies, you understand, but I’m not averse to eating them.

It’s not that today was a particularly bad day; it wasn’t. We started our school day with a short exercise break, and the kids didn’t even complain about the push-ups, crunches, and squats. Math went fine, as it always does. Literature was a breeze—we’re doing The Secret Garden and the kids love the musical, so they’re already hooked. They did their literature copywork with the original Broadway cast recording in the background.

The problems started when it came to writing. R just wants to keep writing her story. N doesn’t know what he wants to write. K doesn’t know why she needs to write. What a mess. There was some screaming followed by sulking. And for the next few hours, we just couldn’t wait for school to be over. Everyone cheered up a bit when it came time for geography, but the damage was done.

My legs hurt, again. And I’m tired of being present at my kid’s meltdowns, again. But I think more than that, I’m getting that feeling of ennui that comes with seasonal depression. I just want to crawl into bed and stay there until the vernal equinox, because at least sleep is a painless way to pass the time.

It’s been completely dark for two hours and it’s not even seven yet; it feels more like nine or ten to me. I keep looking at the clock, hoping that it’s bedtime. Nope, it’s only been two minutes since I last checked. I wonder if anyone wants to play a board game? Or bake brownies? Not that I want to bake brownies, you understand, but I’m not averse to eating them.

2 thoughts on “Day 293: Is it over yet?

  1. Oh my heavens do I understand you. I am finding the earlier falling of DARK is hard and the time of day I get most wound up and scared of all the things going on in the bigger world that I cannot impact except I can stay alone inside which I am doing. I get so scared sometimes by the bigger world events. Fear is hard.
    AND, THANK YOU for writing. It makes such a difference to me; thousands of miles away and never having met you in real life. Am telling you because sometimes many people wonder if and what they have done that made a difference . You have and you do. make a difference bigger than just your family.
    Hope your body feels much better tomorrow and your home school has a winning day and know I send support and caring to you and all of yours.

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