Water from another time

I've been packing powders in jars and bags, and measuring and shaking ingredients together to make incense kits, and talking to vendors about samples and shipments, and suddenly it feels a lot like the routine parts of my old benchtop work in the food industry. It feels grounding. It feels good. It'll feel better when everything's in place and I can ship orders, of course, but for now, I was surprised and pleased with the familiarity of it all. I'm doing it all at night now, after Rhys is in bed, which makes for long nights, but I hope volume of orders will escalate enough to justify me getting a mother's helper for a few hours some afternoons as well.
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Rhys had his one-year doctor's appointment today. He's still tall and thin, and he got about fifty billion shots (well, three) and a TB test and blood taken. Suddenly, I feel like all those "new moms" resources aren't for me anymore. But I'm still spending too much time without other adults, and/orwith people I don't like much.