Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Boring post

I wish I had something really great to write about tonight, but I wasted all my brainpower today at work between trying to wrap up Existentialism in AP English 12, overseeing Disco choreography in Jazz I, filling out the paperwork for the Mock Trial State Championship field trip packet, teaching two new pieces of choreography, and being a mommy. Oh, and we're supposed to figure out this week how to intervene and stop kids from failing so many classes because when kids fail, kids leave and when kids leave, jobs leave, so we're going to be downsizing to the max next year unless we save the precious little snowflakes from themselves. Except probably even if we save a few of them, we're downsizing. Yay public education. Gag me with a spoon.


Miss Roo has her first really bad headache tonight. (Picture from last summer.) It's killing me. She doesn't really get what it is. "Mommy, my head hurts, and my eyes. It hurts me when I see the light." Poor little monkey monk. When we got home I made her take some Ibuprofen and go to bed, but she's bored in there so she keeps getting up.

Henry just gave me some really intricate detail about his Transformers, and something about all the Autobots transforming into something Mega something something. I don't remember now, except that it sounded like a Taco Supreme. Hmm. I will have to ask him. He is now like a database for trains and Transformers. His favorite thing is still to tell me I'm his girl. Usually it's like this: "Mom, did you know that when you were at school today, you were still my girl?" What a silly badilly.

Things are good around here. I like that they're not smooth, but they are working. E and I are doing well. We're using the tools we got at the Retrouvaille weekend we attended like we promised ourselves we would, and it's making a big difference. It's a lot. We have to spend 10 minutes every day writing to a specific question (different each time) using the format they gave us, then we have to switch letters and discuss for 10 minutes. 20 minutes doesn't seem like much, given how much time I devote to my beloved TV, but it's not always easy. So far we've been sticking to it. We have our first post-session this weekend in Sacratomato. I'm a bit nervous because I grew to like the couples who were leading our Santa Cruz session and now we're going to be meeting a whole new crew. I'm still glad we're going though.

I feel like I am hanging on to get to the end of this week--and I think more than any other year I really feel like I am hanging on until the end of the year, since I know it will bring change. I don't want to complain--I'm not unhappy, just worn. Missing a good friend who is really busy right now, but other than that life is looking up. I feel like I'm learning how to live my own life right now. I'm sorry. I know that kind of hippy-dippy crap is annoying, but that's how it feels. I feel like I'm standing right at the starting line for the grownup race.


Isn't this a nice picture of my cilantro that went to seed last summer? It was so pretty when it was technically ruined that I didn't take it out for a while. I miss my garden. I miss long-term sunshine. Right now I feel like I have to gobble it up before the sunshine buffet closes.

Boy, that was random tonight. :)

Peace out, nerds.

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