When I was younger I think it was easier to write about the down things that happened in my life. I had little care for the feelings of others as I listed my opinion about what was happening around my life. Now I worry a lot.

I was feeling like we were hitting equilibrium. My kids didn’t agree and hoo boy it’s been a rough few days. I don’t want to list the petty squabbles for posterity. That feels unhelpful at this juncture. Not being able to put these threads down is feeling bad. It’s harder for me to sort my feelings when the threads all stay in a jumbled mass and I can’t figure out how to sort them.

I feel like I need to start insisting on a lot less computer time for those I still influence. I feel like the current round of unhappiness ticked up not long after folks were allowed a little more freedom with screens.

I have mixed feelings about the ways that parenting shows me over and over that children do not benefit from complete freedom. They need structure, support, and scaffolding to grow in particular directions. They need a leader, a guide, a facilitator. They don’t need an authoritarian leader. They don’t need to be forced down a path. They shouldn’t be allowed to follow paths that will cause harm. Learning how to tell when a mistake is going to turn into a bigger problem is hard.

I never feel wise enough. I’ve made a lot of mistakes. I’m a poor example for how to do things correctly.

I miss Noah so much I feel like I am going to explode. I miss being able to hand problems to him. I miss being able to share my brain with him. I miss sharing his brain. I miss sharing problems. I miss being part of a team. I miss feeling accepted with all of my flaws fully on display. I miss feeling secure. I knew Noah loved me. I knew I was lucky to have a partner who cared so much about me. I am sad my kids don’t get to have him around loving them so much they couldn’t entertain teenage angst for long.

The world feels darker and harder and less full of hope. I feel so much less capable.

I think we are on the far side of the family meeting. I think I know what we need to do to move forward. It’s going to be a lot of work. It’s going to require me doing things I hate doing and I find enormously stressful. With luck, if I succeed, I will make my life easier. We’ll see.

I feel overwhelmed in every way. I’m in a lot of physical pain. I’m exhausted and I can’t seem to bounce back.

Oh well. Life isn’t going to wait. I’ve got stuff to do. Shortie is up. Time to make breakfast.