Apparently the answer to the age old question is yes, and not just in Europe. While walking into church this morning some friends were walking out and I stopped briefly to say hi.
One of them commented that I looked a little whelmed.
And I suppose I am. Putting your house on the market is stressful. Trying to find a new house–while fun–is also stressful. Spending all day with a baby and then trying to work in the evenings is also stressful. It’s kind of a crazy time right now. While I’m not the kind of person to make New Year’s resolutions, I think I am actively on guard against having too much to do.
I’ve probably been that way for some time (since before Lexi was born), but now it’s becoming more important. I think the realization that life with a baby doesn’t get any easier (and we’ve had it pretty easy, don’t get me wrong) is starting to set in.
It has been quite a year. Lexi was born. Abby got a new job. Our good friends moved out of state (again). A nephew and niece came into the world. We got serious about selling our house. Friends got married. I took three separate business trips to L.A., we turned one of them into a vacation. We traveled throughout the Midwest multiple times to see family. Family came to see us (or, more accurately, Lexi).
A lot has happened. Which is probably why blogging comes in fits and spurts (when all is quiet and I have the time, energy and ideas), why I haven’t posted a bloated 2006 reading list yet, and why our social life has dwindled to conversations at church. And with a baby it’s that much more complicated.
It’s all enough to make you feel, well, whelmed.