some days are sunny, some are not

Today is a gray day. I have a ton of work to do. I have to produce some results before the end of the week. It's so different from the work of parenting, which is constant but where the "results" are -- well, not as concrete and immediate as a memo.

There's a lot of stuff to figure out. Not the least of which is what sweet P should eat for a snack, and whether she's napped enough.

Sigh- the grayness of the day isn't helping. But, quit my bellyaching and get 'er done, right? There is a certain deliciousness to completing a task, especially when I look at P and realize that I will never be done parenting. But in that case, that's a marvelous comfort. There are milestones and markers but no absolute deadline.

It's interesting how I have to hold onto both those truths.