I feel like I was blowing smoke up my own ass in that last post. I’m tired all the time. I’ve been going to the gym two or three times a week, but Adam broke his foot, so keeping that up will be a challenge.
I’m tired of constantly beating myself up or thinking I’m not doing a good enough job. The kid’s healthy and happy. The house may never be clean again, and if I’m able to see friends ever, that’s a good thing.
If I can find curtains (forget the lofty goal of making them), I’ll be happy.
If I keep singing to my son, I’ll be happy.
If I manage to roll up a character for a play-by-post D&D Game or just jump into playing Brikwars, I’ll be happy.
But I can’t do everything all at once. And that’s fine. I’m playing the long game, and all it takes to win is to not give up.