Newest Entry: July 24 - New Contest
I used to have this wonderful long description here of exactly what this journal would be... but I cannot say that it was entirely accurate. The journal has taken a mind of its own, so I guess the only description I can really give it is:|
A Collection Of My Thoughts
As I have discovered many times in my writing, as well as in my life - things don't always go the way you plan them to. I am still happy with this journal, however. It gives me a place to lay down how I am feeling, or even just to document what I've been doing. Not bad, huh?
Feel free to putter through the entries, and come back to visit often! You never know what you might find here.
Newest entries are at the top of the list.
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The huge storm clouds came rolling over the hills, threatening to drench the land in water and threaten the lives of anything moving around with massive bolts of lightning and ear shattering thunder. One man watched, standing where it was still peaceful, but dreading the onslaught of the rain storm.
Sighing, he turned, shrugging his shoulders to settle them more deeply into his coat. Time to find a place to wait out that storm.
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The screams pierced the night, echoing throughout the stone cold walls of the castle, each one only interrupted by another. The fire would come soon, once the dragon had worked up enough energy to generate the heat that would set even the most resistant walls to flame.
There were two, circling the castle. One of them wasn't truly doing much - watching more than anything. The other was angry, very angry. He breathed fire, seeming to chase those who screamed the loudest, fully enjoying his game.
Apparently, this dragon liked his food cooked.
I am a teacher, and I can say one thing about the profession.
While it is sometimes frustrating, it is never boring.
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Odd that everyone stood so far back, just watching the two have at it in the middle of the battlefield. Watching, as if mesmerized, but no one moved forward to intervene, separate, or even help them solve their quarrel. In fact, in just a few short minutes, everyone started looking just a bit bored.
"Ah well, let them fight," grunted the man closest to them before turning to walk away. "If they want to kill each other over the last pancake, so be it." But, what they didn't know, was that while they were fighting, someone had already eaten that pancake. With syrup and butter.
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You know, in those old movies, they always said this would happen. There would be some natural disaster and no one would be able to leave the city because of all the cars trying to go at the same time. Aliens, giant lizards, there were all sorts of things that caused this craziness. But for us? Dragons. Yep, the so-called mythical fire breathing creatures, taking over our city. Dragons. You would think they would want to live in the buildings and convert them into lairs, or something, but no. Apparently, burning the whole thing down suits their fancy so much better.
And so here we are. Just like in the movies. The car is packed with everything we could grab in one trip, and so full that I think my daughter's face is plastered against the window, but it is what it is. It could have been zombies, but it is dragons. I think I would have preferred zombies.
Wish us luck. If this traffic doesn't move, we won't make it. But then, neither will you...
|Apparently, THIS is the week 4 picture. I missed it and accidentally used the image for week 5 on my last one! But, hopefully, the point is getting it done each week? Big oops...
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It makes me wonder, sometimes, what is behind that door. I've looked around it, and it just looks like a door on the back, but if that is true, then where is that light coming from? There has to be a way to get through it. So, I sat down to watch. Watching seems to work.
Then there was this girl. Middle of the day, bright light, and she has a lantern, of all things. She approaches the door, and shines the lantern upon the crack in the middle. The light coming out of the back of the door bends to meet the light in the lantern, and the door opens.
I jump out from my hiding place and bolt toward the door, but by the time I get there, the door is closed again.
I try it, too. I come back with a lantern, and then a flashlight, and then a candle... I try everything. Nothing works. And the light behind the door is gone. I think the girl took it with her, but the door is still here. I must find a way to get in!
So I sit, and I wait. Again.
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"Here they come," Sadie whispered with childlike wonder. And she was right.
I held the delicate hand of the tiny child, staring up toward the streams of light glistening through the boughs of the trees, bringing along with it the tiny wings of fairies. They could barely be seen, but if you watched closely, you could see the iridescent glint of light reflecting off of a tiny little fairy wing.
It happened every year, the winter fairies sneaking in with the morning light after the first snow. I'd promised her for years that should could come see, and so I kept this promise despite the cold and chill in the air, and the worn nature of the girl's coat. She might not be much longer for this world, but to look at the girl's face right now, it didn't matter.
The pink of her cheeks, pinched by the cold, laid just below eyes glowing with absolute wonder. As the fairies came into the forest, and the two watched in utter silence, they wove beauty down each branch. Frost and ice, glittering in the sun, they spread around as if they were painting the trunks as they fell.
No matter what they did, no matter long long the girl would remain with her, this would be a day that Sadie would remember forever.
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The sign. It was so TINY. Who could have put it there?
On my hands and knees, I crawl toward the signs, squinting as I struggled to see the writing scrawled upon it, as well as the small picture on the adjacent sign.
Out of nowhere, a tiny little spear stabbed me in the knuckle, bouncing out and landing on the nearby sand. "Ouch!" I yell, yanking my hand back just before another ten tiny spears land in that same spot.
Gasping, I stand, and I find my ankles assaulted with what felt like hundreds of spears. Hundreds! Needless to say, I turned, and I ran. I don't care if whatever was attacking me was tiny. I was outnumbered! Better safe than full of tiny holes!
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My entire world is confined to the space someone can create by cupping two hands together and holding them close, as if to sip water from a stream or from a hose. Those creatures, though? Those creatures that can do that, they don't even know I'm here. I leap into and out of their lives like a silent, but very tiny, ninja. They stare right at me, but do not see me.
I am not offended. I like it. It gives me a chance to learn and observe. And when I find a giant creature I like, I stay with them. I learn from them, I play with them, they just don't realize it. Sometimes, I fix things they don't know are broken. But they never have to know, it makes me feel good to do it.
I don't like when one of my giants goes away. Then, I have to go find a new giant, and it takes so much time. I get attached, you know? Yes. I get attached.
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It appears that I shall be starting this little competition. Though, it doesn't feel like a competition. I don't think any of us will be competing for "best" blog entries, or any other such silliness, it is just to get us to write in our blogs every week for an entire year. Though, it will be fiction, so it will be a little different from what I usually put here. (I'll try to add in some non-fiction posts, too. Promise.)
I like it. And I am excited. I am going to jump back over here into this blog for this purpose, because let's face it, my journalistic intent blog kinda fell flat at only 12 entries. Sad, yes.
So, I am breathing life back into this one, which I always loved, anyway.
I am a teacher, and I can say one thing about the profession.
While it is sometimes frustrating, it is never boring.
|I read this book recently. The first line, alone, caught my interest - but it also made me wonder just what type of book it was!
It all started with a vibrator.
I was amused, and embarassed at the same time, because I was using that book (which I'd never read before) to show my boss my new Nook Tablet. And... that is the first line she saw on the screen. Oops!
I immediately gained the curiosity of what was inside it - was it a romance? It wasn't, though there was a love interest and other happenings in the book.
It's full of a woman making some rather... bad decisions while growing a backbone and, essentially, gaining her independence while chasing another woman - one she'd thought was a friend - after she stole her identity. I found myself going, "Don't do that. It will only turn out bad," in my head repeatedly as I read the book. But it kept me wondering what would happen.
It is the first book I read on my Tablet, prompted by the rather embarassing episode with showing my boss that dreaded first line, and I thoroughly enjoyed it. I admit that I got through the about 350 pages in a single day - but then, my son was also home sick from school, so I had PLENTY of time.
I hadn't written here in a while to let you know what I'd been up to, so I figured telling you about the book I read might at least do a little.
I'm tempted to start a blog just about the books that I read, and talk about whether I liked them or not, etc. Sometimes updating a blog with much more is really hard - I just don't have the time or energy. We'll see what I decide.
|Today is the 2nd birthday of "Reviewing Reviewers ~ ON HIATUS" [E]! I'm very excited, as it is my first group that has been successful - if you can measure success by it being the only group that has survived longer than about three months. >.<
I have wonderful members, though, wonderful leaders, and just all-around good people that participate in it. Thank you to all that have made the group possible, and still allow it to thrive, even in our non-obligation ways.
Also, for those interested, I have still been keeping an off-site blog when I have an opportunity to update it. You're welcome to stop by, I'd love to have you!
|I actually wrote this for an offsite blog yesterday, and I had the intentions of posting it here, but it just didn't happen. A day late, a dollar short? Perhaps not - I think some of you will still have interest in it. Some, probably not so much.
I now have students coming through my classrooms who don’t remember what happened on September 11, 2001. The majority of these children were between 1 and 3 when the tragedy struck our nation, and while they have been told about it every year that they have been in school, they have no recollection of where they were or what they were doing that day. Within the next year or two, I will have students who weren’t even alive on that day. My own children weren’t even alive that day.
I don’t know, truly, if it is a tragedy or a blessing to these children. A bit of both, I suppose.
It is a tragedy, because they do not know how the country truly solidified together on that day. You couldn’t tell now with the arguments between the political parties, but for a while after this horrifying attack, the country was truly unified. More unified than I had ever seen it before, and honestly, more unified than it has ever been since then. Republican or Democrat didn’t matter at that time. I find it discomforting that this country has stooped to arguing about everything, never coming to any kind of compromise, and throwing blame and mud at one another constantly. It’s never their fault, it’s always the other person’s fault! That’s not politics, that is war. It used to interest me, but anymore, I’m tired of the blame games and the name calling. I never identified myself with one political party or another, and am still a registered Independent, because I choose to judge someone on their own actions and words rather than what side they choose to settle with. I miss the times when the issues were actually the issues, and not just a way to blame one another for whatever they want to twist it to be that day.
It is also a blessing, though. To these children who are growing up without the memories of the terror, the screams, the news reports, the sight of people jumping from the buildings in an effort to save themselves despite the length of the fall, the shock… to them, this country is still “safe”. They do not remember a time when this country was attacked on its own soil. The murders and shootings that happen on a nearly daily basis in the larger cities, that is one thing, but an actual military attack on our soil - infiltrating our own systems to launch an attack in an attempt to truly set us off balance – they do not remember that. All they know is that getting a plane ticket and actually getting on a plane is a pain in the butt BECAUSE of what happened then with the heightened securities that have remained in place since that day.
On September 11, 2001, this country hit its knees. They prayed to God for support, for guidance, and for their loved ones. People cried out to God searching for hope and love. People screamed to God in anger, asking why this had to happen. People admitted his existence! Even if they were incredibly pissed off at Him.
Since then, there have been court cases where people have tried to remove “Under God” from our pledges, because they believe it violates their child’s right when they have to state the pledge in school, because they don’t believe in God. It didn’t matter, to them, that this country was created – and one of the rights created with it was religious freedom. It didn’t matter, to them, that our Congresses still start every session with a prayer, no matter the religion of the senators and representatives sitting within that room. (At least, the last I heard, they did.) It didn’t matter, to them, that this country was founded on the fact that they should be allowed not to believe if they didn’t want to, and they couldn’t be persecuted for it! Fact is, that child has the right not to say those two words when they recite that pledge, and there is nothing anyone can say about it. But… BUT…. removing it because they don’t believe puts their belief above everyone else’s, and that is a violation. Putting one person’s religious beliefs (or lack thereof) above everyone else’s is a violation, and that is something that was stated would never be allowed in this country. We allow the religions of the people who have openly attacked us on our own soil, why would we not allow the religions of those who founded this country?
There have also been people who have tried to remove any reference to God from our currency.
People have been called “stupid” for their political beliefs and religious beliefs. Is that acceptance and tolerance? No. It is an insult based on the fact that someone believes differently than they do – and I’m sorry, difference of opinion is not equivalent to stupidity.
(Yes, I have been called stupid for these things. Granted, it is not by people that I know or associate with anymore – and it has been a few years. Believe it or not, it was when I was in college. By the way, when called stupid for my beliefs, it didn’t make me feel stupid. It made me feel as if the person CALLING me stupid didn’t have the “tolerance” for others that they were, amusingly, preaching that people should have. Preaching tolerance in one breath, then calling me stupid for not agreeing with their beliefs in the next breath… is not tolerance.)
Well, I’ll state this for all to see and hear.
I’m not stupid – I have a genius level IQ. While I don’t hold a Doctorate degree, it isn’t because of lack of ability, it’s a lack of want. I’m perfectly content with my Bachelor’s Degree in Mathematics, and I’m perfectly content with my profession as a teacher. I may move on and go for a Master’s and Doctorate in time, but for now, I enjoy my job, and I enjoy working with the children. This is my tenth year teaching. I am a teacher because it is the profession I chose, not because I am incapable of doing anything else.
I’m not trash. My children are well behaved and are expected to treat everyone no matter their sex, race, or other affinity with respect, and are punished if they don’t. (Yes, they are punished if they don’t. I don’t find it funny when they disrespect someone, no matter who they are.)
I’m not wealthy. There are many paychecks when, after only paying the bills, we wonder how we’re going to make it until the next check. And it’s not because of frivolous purchases. I do realize that there are people in this country right now that cannot even afford to pay their bills – I’ve been there, too. When our children were born, my husband and I had to choose between feeding our children and paying our bills. We chose to feed our children, and our credit reports are still all messed up because of that decision. We do not regret the decision at all.
I do believe in God. I don’t ridicule or insult people that don’t for their beliefs. I don’t call them stupid. I don’t get insulted when they crack a joke about people who believe. In fact, I have had some very interesting conversations with those who don’t believe – those who are willing enough to set aside insults and comebacks, and actually talk about why each of us believe the way we do. I don’t think any of us have ever changed our minds, but it is nice to have a mature, rational, and very interesting conversation about it. One where we don’t state who is right and who is wrong, but where we seek understanding in why we believe differently. How, though, can I claim to love people, if I turn around and insult them because they believe differently than I do? I can’t. So, I don’t.
I hit my knees on September 11, 2001. I hit my knees not because any of my family or friends died upon that day, but because our country was in turmoil and in pain. I hit my knees to pray for those being affected, that they would find a way to make it through until they could know the fate of their own family members. I hit my knees for those volunteers who went to search through the debris for survivors. I hit my knees for those who had to witness the deaths of thousands of people. I hit my knees for the children who were born on that day, and the families of those children. I hit my knees for the children watching the news reports, and not understanding any of what was going on. I hit my knees for the country as a whole.
I hit my knees on September 11, 2011. I hit my knees because there are still people suffering after what happened 10 years ago. I hit my knees because other people have been affected with other tragedies since then, and other losses. I hit my knees because there are still wars being fought, and hearts being broken. I hit my knees because there are children growing up in broken homes and being abused, and they need all the protection they can get. I hit my knees because even though my life isn’t in tragedy right now, others are. I hit my knees because other people are important to me, and I believe they need prayer and support… no matter who they are or what they believe. I hit my knees for the children who simply don’t understand why their parents still cry on this day, I pray that they will never be forced to understand why – that they will never have to face such a tragedy themselves.
I hit my knees because I remember. If you don’t, that is your choice, and I won’t ridicule you for it. If you look down upon me because I do, well, that is also your choice, and I’ll still love you. If you hit your knees, too, let me know. I’ll pray with you.
|As the end of the school year approaches, I find myself getting more and more tired. It's harder to make it through the day and (believe it or not) harder to remain awake.
Every school year, this seems to happen. We approach the end of the school year, and I begin to become a daily zombie. Granted, I'm still making sure we have plenty to do in class, I'm just tired as I make it through the day. Before I had children, I'd quite literally sleep for a few days once the school year was over. I don't have that same opportunity now - the kids would love to be by themselves all day long, but I would be afraid of the consequences of THAT.
So... I wonder how hard it would be to get my nearly 7 year olds to agree to daily naps...
|So, I've been playing with photo manip lately. Well, not really lately - I've been playing with photo manip for a very long time. I just recently took it up on a more regular basis.
This month, there is a contest by DeviantArt where you have to take a picture of a cat, a picture of a fruit, and a picture of a clock and merge them somehow in photo manipulation. You are allowed to use other images, as long as you have full rights to them. You can use any medium for the rest, but you MUST use three of their nine offered pictures, and they must be recognizable.
It's still amazing to me that so many people don't follow the rules. There are a ton of submissions where the images aren't used at all, or where they aren't recognizable at all. One person entered a lemon - just a lemon. That's it.
(Now, granted, tons of people do that here, too. Enter contests willy-nilly without reading the rules carefully enough to be sure they followed all of them. I try to take very good care to make sure I read more than once, just to make sure I have everything down. Not everyone has that philosophy.)
Well, I took my hand at some entries. I considered the fact that there were only 9 pictures to choose from, and hundreds of people would be manipulating them, so I'd have to come up with something fairly unique. The stuff I came up with is... admittedly, rather odd. But amusing, none the less, in my opinion.
http://sjdreamer.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d3b1a4m - My first entry
http://sjdreamer.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d3b1qfu - My second entry
I might just do some more.
|It has been a very long time since I've updated this little blog. In my defense, I have been updating my offsite blog on WordPress on a rather regular basis, but it's never been as personal as this one. That one is designed for people that do not know me to read and enjoy, whereas this one touches a little more on my personal life (when I feel like talking about it.)
Back at the very beginning of September 2010, I woke up one morning, and I couldn't get from my bedroom to the bathroom without growing winded. I had no energy, no drive, no -- well, no anything. It was so bad, in fact, that the scary phrase "Chronic Fatigue Syndrom" was being tossed around. As there are varying levels of that, I was pretty much terrified.
Since CFS has no way to diagnose except with elimination, I had to go through tons and tons of tests. I owe the hospitals around here a whole lot of money, and that includes with the help of my insurance.
Finally, they sent me to a sleep specialist. Turns out, I have something called "Sleep Apnea", and I have for who knows how long. I may have gone for as much as 10+ years without getting proper sleep. Wow!
I wasn't diagnosed until early November, and then I didn't get the treatment (a machine that I have to sleep with every night) until I a week before Thanksgiving.
I couldn't tell a difference. My husband said he could.
Last weekend, I had two nights I didn't sleep with the machine. It was the first time since I received the machine that I went without it. Neither was intentional, though they were likely avoidable.
I was a zombie the third day. Utter... zombie.
I guess the machine DOES help!
I never realized how much getting good sleep really can change a person. As I was gradually recovering, I didn't feel the difference -- but going two nights without proper sleep hit me like a truck. I was emotional, I was dozing off all day long, I didn't want to do anything at all! I was a mess.
I put the machine back on, a few days later, I felt great again!
So... hmm. 1) Wearing a machine sucks, BUT 2) it sure makes my days go better.
I'm so glad I have an understanding, patient, and tolerant husband. He's been nothing but supportive, and he doesn't even mind sleeping with me with the machine. Though, if my mouth opens, air escapes through it and I sound something like Darth Vader. He just reaches over, closes it, then falls right back to sleep.
(Granted, he's sleeping better, too. He has been worried the entire time we've been married -- he would constantly kick me and tell me I wasn't breathing. He doesn't have to worry anymore.)
Why'd I write about this? No idea, but it feels good to tell people what is going on.
|So, I've developed an off-site blog that I'm promoting through facebook and other things. Not necessarily for any particular purpose other than me wanting to get my name out there and entertain people.
Several have asked my goal, and truthfully, I don't have one really in mind except satisfying a more recent promise to myself to write at least once a week. The offsite blog will update every Thursday.
Why don't I put it on here, you ask? Well! The blog on here is more personal and informal, and I rather like it that way. I tend to think of those people that I know on WdC as friends, rather than people to solicit for blog reads and to advertise to. (No, my blog doesn't advertise anything, but you get the idea.) This blog is informal, and the other blog is more formal - intended for those who don't know me. Whereas this one is intended for those who DO know me.
The link to the facebook page, however, for those that use facebook, is as follows:
Things Worth Saying? Blog Facebook Page
Feel free to "like" it if you like it, and you'll get updates through facebook whenever I make a blog post.
The direct link, for those who don't facebook, is:
Things Worth Saying?
And I'm back. Sorta. I'm going to start my "being back" rather slowly, and gradually build to (hopefully) my old level of activity. The health issue has been handled, and I'm slowly regaining my energy. Let us hope?
|But I got this in my email, and it made me giggle, groan, and roll my eyes right when I needed distraction.
Puns for Educated Minds
1. The fattest knight at King Arthur's round table was Sir Cumference. He acquired his size from too much pi.
2. I thought I saw an eye doctor on an Alaskan island, but it turned out to be an optical Aleutian .
3. She was only a whiskey maker, but he loved her still.
4. A rubber band pistol was confiscated from algebra class, because it was a weapon of math disruption.
5. No matter how much you push the envelope, it'll still be stationery.
6. A dog gave birth to puppies near the road and was cited for littering.
7. A grenade thrown into a kitchen in France would result in Linoleum Blownapart.
8. Two silk worms had a race. They ended up in a tie.
9. A hole has been found in the nudist camp wall. The police are looking into it.
10. Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana.
11. Atheism is a non-prophet organization.
12. Two hats were hanging on a hat rack in the hallway. One hat said to the other: 'You stay here; I'll go on a head.'
13. I wondered why the baseball kept getting bigger. Then it hit me.
14. A sign on the lawn at a drug rehab center said: 'Keep off the Grass.'
15. The midget fortune-teller who escaped from prison was a small medium at large.
16. The soldier who survived mustard gas and pepper spray is now a seasoned veteran.
17. A backward poet writes inverse.
18. In a democracy it's your vote that counts. In feudalism it's your count that votes.
19. When cannibals ate a missionary, they got a taste of religion.
20. If you jumped off the bridge in Paris , you'd be in Seine.
21. A vulture boards an airplane, carrying two dead raccoons. The stewardess looks at him and says, 'I'm sorry, sir, only one carrion allowed per passenger.'
22. Two fish swim into a concrete wall. One turns to the other and says 'Dam!'
23. Two Eskimos sitting in a kayak were chilly, so they lit a fire in the craft. Unsurprisingly it sank, proving once again that you can't have your kayak and heat it too.
24. Two hydrogen atoms meet. One says, 'I've lost my electron.' The other says 'Are you sure?' The first replies, 'Yes, I'm positive.'
25. Did you hear about the Buddhist who refused Novocain during a root canal? His goal: transcend dental medication.
26. There was the person who sent ten puns to friends, with the hope that at least one of the puns would make them laugh. No pun in ten did.
|I freely admit that I haven't updated either log of mine in quite some time. I suppose I haven't felt inspired, or maybe it's even a lack of motivation, in general. I use up so much energy during the day when the school year begins, I swiftly come home and become a blob of jello stuck to my plate of a recliner. I read, or I play a game, or I watch television (after feeding my family, making sure the homework gets done for the kids, shooing them off to bed) - and I'm completely useless. My mind is mush!
Hopefully, soon, I'll figure out how to better balance my time. THAT is what I am the worst with. Until then, Adios! I'll try to update a little more often, if nothing else.
|I'll admit - I'm writing this more for one person than for anyone else, but I thought some of you curious people might want to know why I'm so behind in everything.
You see, my life is nuts. The following has been going on this month:
1) I go in for my annual "female" checkup, and I find out I might have cancer.
Yes, cancer. Do I think I have it? Well, no I don't, but it's just something else to add on top of everything already going on. So, two weeks ago, I had to go get a few pieces of skin removed so they can test it for cancer. The most amusing, and yet irritating, thing about all of this is that... it is where the sun doesn't shine. Literally. The resulting stitches made it so even sitting was uncomfortable until they fell out a few days ago. WALKING was uncomfortable, sitting was uncomfortable, standing was uncomfortable... everything was uncomfortable. Yuck. I find out the results from the skin graphs tomorrow.
2) Grades due a WEEK before the end of school?
Seriously? Yes, seriously. My grades were due a full week before the end of school. Granted, there were a lot of activities during that final week, but when I did have my students in the classroom, it was incredibly frustrating. It might work alright with younger kiddos who like being in the classroom, and enjoy doing things, or whom don't want to get in trouble. However, my students are old enough to look at me and say, "This isn't for a grade, why do we have to do it?" So, as a result, I was babysitting. I don't like babysitting. They don't like to be babysitted. It's a bad situation.
3. Crazy Six Year Olds - and hubby out of town
My six year olds aren't adjusting so well to being out of school. They miss their teachers, and they don't want to go to bed. They still go to Day Care, which they love, but it doesn't stimulate them as much as school did - so they come home with an unbelievable amount of energy, and I have absolutely NONE. I simply don't have the energy to stimulate their minds the way their teachers did once I get home from working all day long - I barely have the energy to make dinner lately. It is not their fault, but they are driving me bonkers. Absolutely bonkers! Add the fact that Daddy is out of town, and that's even more exhausting. They don't like it when either of us aren't there - and most of the summer, Daddy will not be there. They get cranky and tired from waiting up just in case he comes home, even when they have been told that he will not.
4. Summer School - yep, I'm teaching it.
There was no other math teacher to do it - literally. I told them I can only do it the first two weeks, because the third week I need to be preparing for my ten year wedding anniversary and my children's sixth birthday party, but I'm still doing something I didn't expect to. Add on top of that - they didn't make schedules for us, so myself and the other teachers had to get together to make a schedule for each individual student ourselves. Also, I am unfamiliar with the kiddos, as I'm teaching the High School group, and I don't have any resources for it. I've been spending my free time scrounging up resources for these poor kids.
5. I am so behind - in everything!
My house is a mess. My classroom hasn't yet been cleaned out - and that was supposed to be done a week ago. I haven't updated "Reviewing Reviewers ~ ON HIATUS" [E] in I don't know how long. I have about 40 - 50 reviews I need to respond to. I have several signatures that are owed people - either through my shop or through the winning of some things. I owe reviews. I have newsletters to write. I haven't updated my off-WdC blog in forever. This is the first time I've updated this one in a long time. I haven't been able to give the attention to anyone that they deserve. I'm teaching summer school, and I'm taking other kiddos for extra tutorials for two and a half hours in the afternoon, as well. I'm overwhelmed, and I hardly know where to begin.
See, I should know this is coming, though, because it happens EVERY year. Every year around this time, everything gets piled on, and I just kind of sink into the mud and guck. It takes me a week or two to dig out, but once I'm out, I'm good again for another six months or so.
I just ask, if anyone is waiting on anything from me - please, just be patient. It's not that I don't care, it's not that I don't want to, it's not that I'm trying to shirk my responsibilities. I simply have SO MANY responsibilities right now... I'm having to reorganize and figure out what to do. I will have my life straight after this weekend.