9/20/2020

Finding the way to normal

 Awana starts back up tonight. Or more realistically, this afternoon. The church, of course, can't just hold things as usual because der komissar (as Robbo and others refer to Northam and, well, I can't disagree) has said "Nyet!"

So for now, it's just sign-up based verse saying at a large distance from one another with masks on. At least we're able to be indoors. (The boys' Trail Life troop is meeting at the church but has elected to do everything outside - rain, sleet, snow, or dark of night. I'm all for jumping in and doing things. But I'm also wondering just how badly attendance is going to plummet when it's cold, dark and rainy on troop meeting nights. 

Or how many people are going to catch a chill because of it.

Not my problem.

Regardless, Awana. I wish I could say I was excited. Youngest...just struggles. And yes, we're working on the ADHD and so forth, but memorizing and then verbalizing that information? Hugely uphill battle. 

I'm reaching the point where I'm just not sure which of these battles are things to actually fight. Maybe none of them are and I'm just needlessly making his life harder than it should be. 

I guess they all need to go to therapy for something later in life. Might as well be my fault.

Anyway - even without youngest, I'm kind of over being in charge of stuff at church anyway. It's thankless and more likely to get you kicked up one side and back down the other and...I'm just ready to find a deep hole, crawl in, and just live there.

Or a shallow hole. Either would work.

Point being, right now, this very moment, I'm over people and that's not a great frame of mind to be in when one is about to have to leave to go smile at a whole hoop of them and pretend one is excited to see them.

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