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Saturated.
I saw this recently describing the feeling of Dealing With Everything. Saturated.
It's a better descriptor than overwhelmed IMO; overwhelmed implies knocked sideways, buried, engulfed, flattened, non-functioning while actively resisting.
Saturated however, suggests a stealthy process of being filled up, at peak absorption, but like a sponge trying to soak up even more.
This is the end of week one. A week that has seen a blocked toilet, hospital, driving on the wrong side of the road, solo parenting, grey skies and rain, humidity, jetlag, teen boredom and brief meltdown, cancer, around 300 miles of driving, 8,000km air travel, screen time, confusion, tiredness, frustration, a broken laptop charging pin...but not vacation though we're far from home.
To escape saturation, I've turned into a raccoon mum once more -- sabotaging sleep by creating headspace in the hours before sleep. Knit, sketch, paint, draw...carving out alone time that isn't simply sleep.
As usual, it's not my story to tell (it rarely is) but as usual I am saturated by it all.
