Zen Sundays

Some very kind person said to me, in passing, the other day, "You're so calm for being in the middle of your dissertation." Very kind. Very sweet. But wrong.

I am the Queen of Compartmentalization.

And everything that's boxed in right now is kind of eeking out along the edges whenever people I care about ask me how I'm doing.

Or when I'm folding S-Baby's clothes and realize that it's the last time I'll be doing his laundry.

Or when I'm driving.

Or when I listen to the wave machine through baby monitor.

Or when I have a moment of silence.

This is one of the reasons that I'm showing the house this week. If every moment is filled, then maybe I can get through the week without a massive meltdown.