I think this could possibly have been the longest week EVER.
The kids went back to public school this week. T went for his Speech test. I went back to college. Clara is sprouting teeth. My headache is CONSTANT. And I am so tired.
Sleep would be nice, but tell that to my brain. I wake up all night thinking we are late- or I forgot something- or I did something wrong.
I have no faith/ confidence in my decisions. I can't decide if I hurt or helped the kids keeping them home last year. Lord, I hope I helped. Made some sort of difference- but have serious doubts. 3 hours to RE-write- just erase, and write LEGIBLY. Major doubts.
BUT IT WILL BE BETTER. 'Cause it couldn't look much worse.
Getting used to the early "get out of bed and DON'T miss the bus!" is a lot harder than I thought it was going to be. But do-able. Having only 2 monkees at home all day is strange. I keep looking over my shoulder, trying to count heads that haven't made it home from school yet. Or calling out for someone to do something- then realize they already left for the morning bus.
I feel like I do that a lot. Holding my breath, sigh, gear up for the NEXT thing.
Out of all of this, I thought I would freak out about MY classes. I AM, but not in the way I expected to. It's actually less stressful than I thought it was going to be. So I stress about the LACK of stress.
What is the matter with me?!
oh well, with sleep aspirin, and life's nectar (aka COFFEE!) I might survive.