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And then, nothing.
Mar. 20th, 2010 03:06 amReaching the end of my time here, housesitting, shouldn't be stressful.
I've had a nice time, and the kids have been well-behaved (they always are, for the record) and it gave us a valuable filler time period.
I'm going to my parents, where I am made very welcome, and which, actually, sounds kind of appealing at the moment. I need a break, and I think I can breathe out there. I hope I can.
I think the rising panic is just because I have nothing scheduled, at all, beyond tomorrow. Tomorrow we get up early and change sheets and tidy a bit and pack the rest of the car and catch up with a friend and then head up north. And that's it. The end of any kind of planned schedule at all. No social engagements, no required accomplishments, no destinations or plans. Nothing.
It all feels a bit like driving off the edge of a cliff.
I don't quite know how we ended up here, and I sure as hell don't know the way out.
I've had a nice time, and the kids have been well-behaved (they always are, for the record) and it gave us a valuable filler time period.
I'm going to my parents, where I am made very welcome, and which, actually, sounds kind of appealing at the moment. I need a break, and I think I can breathe out there. I hope I can.
I think the rising panic is just because I have nothing scheduled, at all, beyond tomorrow. Tomorrow we get up early and change sheets and tidy a bit and pack the rest of the car and catch up with a friend and then head up north. And that's it. The end of any kind of planned schedule at all. No social engagements, no required accomplishments, no destinations or plans. Nothing.
It all feels a bit like driving off the edge of a cliff.
I don't quite know how we ended up here, and I sure as hell don't know the way out.
