Flying solo, exhaustion and arachnophobia

So I made it through the first week of flying solo – I ain’t gonna lie. It was a rough week.  Bone tired doesn’t begin to describe it. I feel like I don’t stop until my body says, “Lady, if you don’t sit down, I’m going to get you sick so you have to lay down.”

But, I like it. I like the time alone with Maya in the mornings. I like the quiet time in the evenings after she goes to bed, without the television on, the only sound I hear being the music playing in the background. I like the time I have to write and think, take care of business, and be at peace. I like knowing I can do this by myself.

I even had my first solo spider encounter this week. For those of you who don’t know, I am pretty arachnophobic – at least when I find one of them in my house.  And, when I see one of those buggers on my ceiling, I generally go into survival mode. There is something about their swift movement and their chunky little legs that just creeps me out. And the thought of them falling off the ceiling into my hair (shiver….).  I must have been spider prey in a former life.  So… this one was a giant. Hanging right over my new dining room table. I grabbed the nearest aerosol spray underneath my kitchen sink, stood on one of my new dining room chairs and sprayed the hell out of it until it fell to the ground. There on my carpeted floor, it met my hand and a paper towel, and its demise.  (Apologies to all of you spider lovers and aerosol haters, I generally love living things and try to be as green as possible, but I’m not perfect. Especially when it comes to crawly things invading my personal space.)

I ended the week on a mostly high note – an hour and a half of yoga, errands and laundry done, and the Grammy Awards while I continued to put my home together the way I like it (I’m getting perverse pleasure from throwing things out.)

On the Grammy tip, loved the Bob Marley tribute and the Bruno Mars/Sting collaboration – might have to share that part with Maya, along with The Lumineers so she can sing “Hey, Ho!” like she always does when she hears them on the radio.

Good night all, may this coming week be better than the last.

By Joy

I'm 42, a remarried mom of an 8 year old girl and a toddler son, a teacher, and a writer. People tell me I tend to be brutally honest and ...tell it like it is, so I had hoped to use this outlet to keep me sane while I got used to my new life as a stay-at-home Mom back when I was home with my worked. And it's been therapeutic through the end of a marriage and the emergence of me...


  1. Congrats on making it through your first solo week! Btw I am with you on the spider-in-my-hair fear. It is an unthinkable occurrance!

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