Sleepless in Brooklyn

I haven't blogged much the last half of this month because I'm too tired. We are ok. I'm getting a lot of hours at my online job scoring state ELA tests from California. Jacob is drowning in medicine. Hannah had been dealing with a considerable amount of depression and agreed to meet with a counselor. Both girls (and me) have been through so much that my toolkit of coping skills has been depleted. I'm not trying to sound like a veteran of war. We just feel beaten to a pulp and it's taking a lot of hugs, prayers, Uno games and tears to sort out everything. 

Lame side note. I love Brooklyn Bridge Park. It has piers with soccer, tennis, basketball, swings and all kinds of fields for public use. You play with the closest view of the Manhattan skyline and it's stunning. Plus walking paths, grass, BBQ, etc. Very lovely place. Oh! And it smells like the outdoors! Unlike Central Park, which stinks. 
 
   

That last one is Hannah doing a handstand. 

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Larri-Lea said…
I was talking to someone today who lived in NYC for a few years and feels the same way you do about it's overwhelming size, expense, etc. But she said she hoped you were finding the good things about it, also, like museums, theatre, parks, etc. I told her my daughter was adventurous and would not let an opportunity to experience NY get in her way of living there. I am happy that you are finding small joys in such a big place. And I can tell your girls are all the better for it, too. Thanks for sharing.
May 2, 2017 at 9:11 PM
Jennifer Walker said…
I didn't know you were still blogging until today. Because I haven't looked. I haven't read anything you wrote since January--until today. I am SO stinking sorry! I feel lame and un-sisterly. I find so much strength in the things you write. Your courage and stamina are hidden under the surface. I find solace in reading about your experience with grief--the connections you make fill in the gaps where my own grief wants to spiral out of control. How blessed I am to have you and your family in my life. How thankful I am for your perspective. From where I'm sitting, you are doing this. You are healing and growing and surviving each battle in this Many Years War. I love you!
May 7, 2017 at 3:09 PM
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