That my 12 yr old is growing up and I need to back off and let him make his own decisions about some things. We had a massive fall out over homeschooling, and for the first time, he totally dug his heels in. Our relationship has changed, and part of me is mourning the loss of my baby (I know that sounds unhinged). It’s like his gaze has switched from us (me) to his friends and peers. I know that’s normal, and his friends are lovely but... it’s left me reeling a bit.
That my 9yr old is very self contained, and a worrier.
That I miss socialising a lot less than I thought I would. A lot less.
That I would be quite happy wfh - but only if my children aren’t around! And that my boss / employer are totally under skilled in terms of how they manage distributed networks of employees.
That wine doesn’t solve anything - it just blurs thé edges for a while, and the next day the problems are still there, with added headache and guilt.
That I’m getting older, and I feel trapped by my bad habits: I just can’t seem to muster the oomph to go for a daily walk never mind take up any regular «thing». Exercise / sport has never been part of my daily life, but pushing 50 I don’t think I can get away with this any more.
That my decision 13 yrs ago to be a SAHM for various (not the usual) has gone from feeling like a great choice for us all, to feeling like I’ve wasted my life / education / PhD. I’m working now but it’s very basic, nothing I trained in.
That our decision to live away from f as moly and friends (we aren’t in the UK) was a mistake, and that caring for / protecting our ageing parents is a real burden for our siblings who have stayed there.
Gosh that’s a lot! Too much time for introspections...