Quite a homecoming! Woke up to my wonderful ones, to a holiday we got
to spend together, but contending with a cold and the thought of
teaching the next day with no time to prepare myself, a doctor visit for
my daughter, and then my son's major meltdown about doing homework
(should a first grader really have that kind of pressure, I ask myself?)
and his teacher's testing comments about some problems he's having in
school -- well, suffice it to say I ended up out in the back garden
(read 'yard') trying to nurse my psyche back to some kind of health.
Felt like I'd taken into my body a battle-load, and so, so tired. I knew
of course on some level it would be this hard, but not what it would
look like.
Now the children are back in school (difficult morning
for them) and I must get myself to work. Feel so open, so vulnerable to
further attack, but I know by now that that openness is the thing --
the way to truth. I just wish I had another day to hide away, to get
ready for the onslaught.
Answer? Tea!
I admire you, Nicola. Cheers to both our dreams coming true :)
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