So many mothers sighing

Eight years today.

To live like we do

And, I didn’t get that job.  I’m trying to keep it in perspective and at the risk of sounding bitter, I feel as if though things were decided even before I got myself into the mix.
I’m disappointed.  I like to think that I have a great deal to offer any organization that might give me the opportunity, it’s just getting them to do so that I can’t seem to make happen. 
That, and all my kids telling me they’ve decided they are moving to California, has made for a somewhat difficult week. 

And it was alright

So, I’ve applied and interviewed for a new job.    Most likely, either today or tomorrow, I will hear as to whether or not I got it. 
There were about one hundred and fifty applications for the position,  so it really is an honor just to be nominated.  I’m in the running with people who have been in the position for years, so the chances are slim.  I would like the opportunity to lead people, (besides for my family), and to shake up what I’m used to, and face some challenges that would both be manageable and stimulating.

I seemed distracted

Yesterday, Jacob met me for lunch, it’s been a long time.  As I waited for him, sitting in a booth by a window with the sun shining down, which has been absent for so long, I as usual, ended up watching people.
The table in front of me, had three people, a Mom, late teen daughter and dad.  The mom slender,  well dressed, coiffed, and made up, the dad, too had an air of affluence.  The daughter was a bit heavyset.  Both parents were on their phones as she sat and ate her meal.
Though we did not discuss it or make a point of what was going on, as we walked after lunch Jacob said, “that was awful to watch”, and he knew that I knew what he was talking about.  That fact actually made me quite sad.  I appreciate that my sons are  empathetic and aware, but at this point,  I know it’s a burden and even with the recognition, there’s very little that will change.