What a long day. Saw Doug this morning for the first time in eight months or so. After giving him a brief sketch of life as I know it, he hit the nail on the head: I’m isolated. I miss exposure to grown-ups. Of course, there’s S., but he’s the only adult I usually see. And generally I only see him when his face is lit by the computer monitor, so there’s that.

I miss music, too. We’ve (”we” used loosely) never hooked up the stereo speakers, so I’m stuck using my computer as a stereo. Who can listen to music anyway, with a house full of people? I don’t even bother to listen in the van. (Yes, I now drive a minivan.)

Doug’s suggestion is to reach out to a local church. Find some place that has young people with kids who have the same interests, same struggles, etc. I have such a hard time making friends that it sounds like a good plan. (I mean, this isn’t high school or college. How do you suddenly meet and develop a lasting friendship with … someone on the street? The person in front of you at the grocery store? Your kid’s daycare provider?)

The interview went just as expected. “Tell me about a time when a member of your team wasn’t pulling his weight. What did you do? And what was the result?” I hate those questions. I never have enough situations in the forefront of my mind to cover them. There are now only three positions available in the trust co - two in one department and one in the one I want. I told them what I wanted today. I’m keeping my fingers crossed in the worst way.

As a side note, I’d been using a to-do-list software program as a 30-day trial. I liked it, and it was working fine. There’s nothing spectacular, and as Carol says, a notepad would work nearly as well. But then, the damned thing expired. Can you believe it? It sucked away my entire to do list with it. In order to get my list back, I have to pay $30. Huh. Maybe Carol’s right; I have a legal pad on the floor by my feet.

I was thinking about starting a working mother’s forum. I’m sure there are several out there, but I don’t know where - and I need a resource and a support group!

Wandering aimlessly in the aftermath,
mich