TodayI letan unruly emailget the best of meas my ego slowly bruisedblack and blueandthe world once again revolved only around me thenthe sudden wailof a tiny blonde angelas she fell off of the steel structuremere feet from meher left hand visibly brokena mangled mess thatI could not fixher mothergracious enoughnot to punch me outas I handed…
Get Your Own Disorder. This One’s All Mine.
I figure, if you read my blog, you a. love me unconditionally and won’t be swayed by anything I say. EVER. b. have a child in my classroom and therefore know the importance of kissing up to the teacher in order to ensure that said child does not go hungry/thirsty/or abandoned on the playground during…
Certain Things Worry Me
Like coming home from school with Superman and his friend (who is of the female persuasion) and five minutes into the playdate, seeing Superman come out into the kitchen with jeans, a red robe, and no shirt on. What. The. Hell. Like having a student throw up on my rug and when asked to go rinse his mouth…
Bananas Are a Green Light Food
Dear Food Diary, I started you in the hopes that I could finally make sense of why I cannot shed these 5 60 pounds that seemed to have just snuck up on me overnight during the last four years. With hope in my heart and fat cells on my ass, I embarked on my journey, staying diligent and honest as I…
So What That You Didn’t Ask
A bit paranoid.A little unorganizedThe kind of mom that overfills her sons’ lunch bags Heating pads and hot tea are not just for old peopleMakeup smudged directly after applicationThe kind of wife that listens when her husband says “less white granny panties please.” Not phased by the little stuffbecause the big stuff takes up too much…
Bits and Pieces
Snippets of conversations I’ve had with others this week. Some funny. Some sad. All a part of this journey I’m on called Life. Me: “He thinks my eyes look like sunflowers.”My Mom: “He must be blind.”(During a conversation where I told her that my husband stared into my eyes lovingly and gave me a compliment. …
Stuck
I resideherein the center of a fierce stormbrewing all around me, destroying those I love, crushing egos and creating new scars I open my mouth toutter words of encouragment or supportbut they sound superficial and stupid in light of all that is happening There is little I can dothough my nature is to rush towards the mess and try…