Welp, it finally happened. After writing a Monday post for this blog 112 times, I forgot.
I’m not even that mad at myself for it. In fact, I am patting myself in the back for remembering to write or have my week covered consistently for that long. Widow brain or not, I have made this space a priority for you and me. Writing this blog helps me digest the big and small things that crop up every week. The weeks are few, that I really must stretch and find something to write about. My friends and family who follow along are sometimes surprised how the web of grief expands to all the corners of life. And I hope that exploration helps them gain understanding and you a place to feel less alone.
So yeah, I forgot to write last week.
The week prior was packed with final school projects, a banquet dinner, theatre tickets, baseball games, soccer games, and Mother’s Day. All day Monday, I kept thinking I’ll get to the blog later. However, right after work we had another baseball game where my son was pitching in his first game of the season. Then we all went to dinner together since his brothers and grandparents had come to watch.
By the time we got home, I was only focused on getting the house picked up. Last week, I was also preparing for a quick weekend away to visit some of my favorite widow friends without my kids. (That is a blog for next week.) The pre-work it takes to leave the kids home with someone else is no small task. Not to mention, getting myself packed and ready for a trip.
All day, writing the blog would slip in and out of my consciousness. A task to accomplish next on the list before something else took precedence. But my mental load was at its max. I finished folding the last bit of laundry. However, the blog had been reprioritized to the bottom so many times it was gone. It was after 11pm when I hastily got ready for bed. As I slipped under the covers it finally dawned on me, I forgot to write my blog.
Tomorrow, I thought. I’ll just knock it out first thing in the morning. Then the cycle of prioritizing to-dos took over again. By Wednesday it felt like it was too late, the opportunity to write for the week felt missed. Sometimes, we have to resign ourselves to accepting that we cannot do it all. Something must give. Last week, it was this blog.
My apologies if you came here looking for me.
The good news is that in the last 4 days, I’ve come up with a wealth of material to write about between my widows’ weekend away, adjusting travel to get home, and a legit EF1 tornado. (Spoiler, everyone is safe.)
