I have been feeling some type of way for a little while now and haven’t been able to put my finger on it. We have lived in Texas for 15 months now and there is always something new that challenges us. Back in March I went through a bit of a depression stage and once I started talking about it and going to yoga, it seemed to clear up quickly. Summer vacation came and all was right in my world again. Now that school has started I find myself falling into that slump once again. I have found myself saying things I wouldn’t normally say.
I think my kids are more “my people” than anyone else and them going to school is cramping my life! Big time. I want my kids back. (I can’t believe I am saying that)
I am disappointed in people as a whole, which I am usually not. I usually don’t care so much or concern myself with others unless it concerns me. I find myself bothered by everyone! School staff, drivers, cashiers, kids, even friends and family.. Sorry people. (Can you say pre-menopause? Please don’t)
Stress. Stress. Stress. I am stressed. Am I stressed? About what? It has to be stress. Stress sucks.
I’ll just have one more cup of tea. This is a new one. I used to only have tea when I was sick. Now I have tea instead of drinking alcohol. I drink tea a lot right now so I apparently either want to drink alcohol a lot or have become accustomed to drinking the tea. Cup after cup….
I guess I have to feed you guys. I forget about dinner quite frequently lately. We have had a lot going on and my kids are fairly self-sufficient. When dinner time rolls around and I haven’t even taken anything out the freezer I just offer the next best thing. Cereal or Ice cream. Or both. Whatever works.
I am so proud of you! These words have come out of my mouth more in the past month, since school started I guess, than ever before. And he’s failing a class. You can still be very proud even if they are failing. I have found that it’s not about the grade, it’s about who he is becoming as a person, how he is handling situations that would have made him breakdown in the past. It’s amazing being a parent and watching them learn and grow. Maybe he has an F in math, but he has grown emotionally and is able to show more empathy than most kids his age. And I am PROUD!
I am sure that my little funky stage will pass. Besides, it’s not all a bad funk, it’s just a funk.
Happy Monday My Friends
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