Floundering

to make clumsy attempts to move or regain one's balance
to move or act clumsily and in confusion
to struggle to move or obtain footing
to proceed or act clumsily or ineffectually

The above definitions perfectly describe our lives the past five weeks.  This morning it hit me: I'm floundering...

Everyone needs a break from the routine, but right now I desperately need a routine from which to take that break!!!  Tim's lucky to have a job so I shouldn't be complaining, but he's kind of dangling between two jobs and his hours have been wildly unpredictable and erratic.  Night shifts, day shifts, half shifts, a few hours here, a few hours there, or even fifteen hours, a little of this job, a little of that job...  He seems to have permanent jet lag.  Must be what it's like being married to a doctor!  Things are supposed to settle down soon, when they fill his old temporary spot, and I might believe it when it happens, but even then I'm not so sure...  It's been hard to know when to do what, like preparing a meal.  Chicken and brown rice at 6:00 a.m.?  Well, all right then, but I need some warning and an hour to pull it off!  Yesterday I wound up taking two three hour naps during the daytime.  Honestly, I don't know how much longer we can keep this madness going...

Maybe I needed a good dose of floundering to gain some appreciation for the monotony of routine!