Lemons? Let's Make Lemonade!

It's a lemon!

Happy Monday!  Mondays are my least favorite day of the week.  Surprisingly though, I used to actually really like Mondays in relationship with my adoption reunion experience.  Weird right?

So I used to have Wednesdays off.  My school schedule was that I had class every night Monday through Thursday, and I would work four days a week with Wednesdays off.  The theory was that I would need a break in the middle of the week to get my homework completed.  I had the weekend to get homework done for half my classes and Wednesdays to finish work for the other classes.  It worked most of the time and it also gave me a weekday to get things done.  It was tricky to do things like laundry on the weekend when everyone was home (including my "little brother") so having a day in the middle of the week when everyone else was at work was kind of nice.

Wednesdays used to go something like this: Wake up (late), shower and get dressed, throw laundry in, do some homework, fold and put away laundry, watch DVRed TV shows, and chill out.  Maybe play a video game or two, read a book, you name it.  I would wake up around 9am (an hour later than usual) and not have to be anywhere until 6pm.  I had the whole day!  Ahh, it was wonderful!

Then when I started talking to my first father, we both realized we had Wednesdays off.  So we started our weekly phone calls.  So I would still do all those other things, but at some point in the morning or early afternoon he'd call me.  And we'd chat.  And it was wonderful.  The first time was by far the worst.  But then things got better.

And so Tuesdays became great because it meant that I had a phone call to look forward to the next day.  And Monday's weren't so bad because the next day was Tuesday and I could get through two days.  Also, Tuesdays used to be email days, days when I could count on an email.  Thursdays were awful because it meant I had to wait a whole week for any sort of communication.

Now, I get more phone calls (but they are shorter) and I'm never really sure when they are coming.  Emails are a bit sporadic, but that's ok too.  I didn't feel like emailing last week so I didn't.  Weird for me, but things are finally starting to level.  I'm back to working five days a week.  I do enjoy going home and not having to worry about classes and homework.  It feels really nice to finally have my weekends back.  I used to get really stressed on on Sundays because I'd try to get everything finished and now I just put my feet up and relax.  It's pretty amazing.

Things are just weird right now.  I don't want to complain.  I don't want to be that person.  Yet here I am writing this post. I sort of feel like I'm in a funk and bouncing around quite a bit.  I'm up, then I'm down, then I'm up again.  I'm ready for things to go back to "normal" or whatever that is.  I've been logging a lot of hours dancing lately trying to get out of this funk.  It's sort of working (I'm back to being somewhat apathetic) but its going to take me a while to get there.  My mom's big day is also this week, and it's going to be hard because she's not quite herself and probably won't remember.  So that's a challenge.

Oh well, I live for challenges.  And at this point, I'm used to making lemonade.  I just wish I could switch to another drink at this point.  I've got more lemonade than I know how to handle.  Hey, I've got an idea!  Someone bring over some vodka and we'll have a party!  Woot woot!  *snickers*