Loss of Joy and other such ramblings....

Love having the kids out of school. To me, it's so much less stress than having to deal with all the really tough things like studying Canadian History.

Having grown up myself quite a ways from the Canadian boarder, we skipped all that in school.

Not here, a mere half hour away from the boarder....Between that and the Science Lesson on the evils of plastic bottles....I had quite enough schooling last year personally.

However, 10 weeks of endless sleeping in, reading books, slugging, and snacking by two small people also gets old. So, I made sure to sign them up for a week of camp each. It was a great plan several months ago.

Little did I know that downtown Canton through which I had to pass through twice daily to get Luke to Camp Invent would be torn up this week. A 15 minute drive turned into 45 minutes of dodging backhoes.

It is a war zone. A sweat box of metal and machinery.

Just when I figured out a cool way around things, they would thwart my plans and tear up something else.

Oddly, working at home, this was only slightly inconvenient. Yes, it meant less crafting as I made up the time in the evenings.

The joy drain was just the trip.

Work has also been icky. In the general scheme of things in my line of work, typically summer is when you are building things, not drafting them up.  Not so much this summer. We have had people working overtime for weeks, the e-mails have been massive, and tempers high.

So, basically by Wed. evening I was feeling like a rubber band that had lost it's stretch.

What is the best thing to do when this happens?

STOP.

No really. Just stop.

At least it works for me.

I took Thursday off, posted it on my skype, signed out of my skype, and got my fingers green.

I made flowers, worked on a page, hot glued.

And basically, poured water on my arty soul.

I am happy to report the missing Joy was found and things went along much better after that.