Vacation cannot be here soon enough
Hi! Hello, how are you? Long time no talk. Bleh, the usual: busy; work; parenting; busy; summer vacation; etc. How about some random stuff, then?
Soon, I have vacation time - a whole week and THEN some. It cannot be here soon enough I tell you. Then later this year I am going on another vacation which is a cruise. I have never been on a cruise, let alone a real-life family vacation with the kiddo - at least not one where we go somewhere to visit someone we know that lives in that location. I hope he does not get seasick.
There is a work-related conference scheduled for later this year and we are being encouraged to attend. It is being held in Las Vegas, and while that is a huge incentive for some people - I frankly have never understood what is so “awesome” about Vegas. I really do not want to go, particularly because of where it is held. But, we’ll see.
My brother is going through a really hard time right now. I’m hoping I can help him get through it and put the pieces of his life back together in a way that will work for him in the long term. Unfortunately the way the pieces used to fit together was not good, and sad as it may be they had to be smashed apart. In the interim there is the requisite pain and anguish involved on his part of having his world crash down around him and trying to pick up the pieces and carry on. I am concerned about him, I know he is strong and he can get through this, but he has to WANT to get through it. He wants to, I know he does.
I suppose there is a part of me that has my own fears that he will change his mind. That he will decide it’s too hard to start all over, and that the time and distance have served the purpose of getting him in the mindset to go back to his old life and put that one back together. I know either way I have no control over it, and no matter what he decides that I will handle it and deal with it at that point. It is hard to see him struggling and not rush in to try and fix everything, or to feel angsty over my inability to just “make it all better” which I know I struggle with anyway.
He’s going to be FINE.
Last bit of randomness: I have a fourth grade son. The hell? It is simultaneously awesome and mind-blowing all at the same time.
