Man oh man.
Don't you hate when it feels like you are coming down with something and you are momentarily struck by the thought: How will everything get done if I get sick? I'm in that place. I have the symptoms of a cold right now. The same cold that has laid two of my colleagues by the wayside in the past week and a half. And now this same cold has reared its ugly head and placed me firmly in its sights.
I awoke with one stuffed nostril and a throat that ached when I swallowed. Throughout the day, the symptoms progressed to sneezes, the feeling of an elephant on my chest, and slight nausea around dinner. I have taken a nap and and am drinking my ginger ale. I'll be heading up to bed in just a few to gather my strength for teaching tomorrow.
I'm praying that this is the extent of my illness. I don't like being sick. Thankfully for me, I rarely am. Being off my feet with someone else in charge and running the house leaves me feeling a little disconcerted. It's the whole Supermom thing again, but I am learning to relax a bit more. My husband is learning to cook more meals and helps with homework and things around the house, which are blessings.
So if this thing progresses (which I really pray it doesn't), I know I'll be in good hands. Even as I keep my cape tucked under my PJs.
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
The Crazy Came...and Went
Wow. It has been one heck of a time in my household. We've gotten into the swing of the school stuff (at least, I'm pretty sure we have) and were cruising along quite nicely.
Then my husband had to go away for training for his job. In Des Moines, Iowa (which is several states away from where I live). For a WEEK.
For those of you who have spouses that travel on a regular basis, more power to you. I extol your virtues. I had no virtues last week; my week was crazed. And as an aside, I don't know how single parents do it, either. Six days was enough for me.
My husband left on a Sunday morning before church and returned very late Friday evening. The house wasn't the same without him. We had to adjust our daily routines a bit; my mother-in-law was here at the house to make sure my daughter got off the bus okay and didn't have to wait in an empty house until I got home. (My husband is usually home when she gets home.) Call me paranoid, but things happen.
During the week, I'll admit, I was tired. Mainly because I wasn't sleeping well. I was paranoid that someone would try to break in so I put strings of bells on all of my doors and added to my fervent prayers for safety and protection each night. (Not that I live in a dangerous neighborhood; in fact it's pretty quiet. It's just that, well, things happen.) I used to put bells on the doors when the kids were little to alert me to any "wandering" that might occur. That helped ease my mind a bit. Besides that, the kids wanted to sleep with me in my room. We did that last time my husband went out of town (four years ago!). But in all, the kids slept well. Me, not so much. Between listening for the bells and extracting little legs, arms, and feet from various points on my body each night then teaching my class of 19 during the day, I was wiped out by the time Friday rolled around.
I hadn't realized just how much I depend on my husband for the daily workings of the house. We have the household chores pretty well divided and it was a bit overwhelming to try and do them all during the week in between homework, grading papers, instrument practice, etc. The kids helped out where they could, but they had their own chores to do. I think we did a pretty good job, but truth be told, I'm glad to have my own chore list back. I can say the experience has made me appreciate my husband more.
The experience was also a bit humbling for me. I'm so used to what I perceive to be all of the "stuff" I need to do for my household. You know, or else it will fall apart without me--despite the contributions everyone else makes to said household. Ahh, yes. The good ol' Supermom Complex. I think God knocked me down a few pegs to help me see that I'm not as "super" as I might have thought I was.
I'm getting back into the groove of things. We all are. The crazy is gone, I learned about myself, and my husband is back.
Life is good.
Then my husband had to go away for training for his job. In Des Moines, Iowa (which is several states away from where I live). For a WEEK.
For those of you who have spouses that travel on a regular basis, more power to you. I extol your virtues. I had no virtues last week; my week was crazed. And as an aside, I don't know how single parents do it, either. Six days was enough for me.
My husband left on a Sunday morning before church and returned very late Friday evening. The house wasn't the same without him. We had to adjust our daily routines a bit; my mother-in-law was here at the house to make sure my daughter got off the bus okay and didn't have to wait in an empty house until I got home. (My husband is usually home when she gets home.) Call me paranoid, but things happen.
During the week, I'll admit, I was tired. Mainly because I wasn't sleeping well. I was paranoid that someone would try to break in so I put strings of bells on all of my doors and added to my fervent prayers for safety and protection each night. (Not that I live in a dangerous neighborhood; in fact it's pretty quiet. It's just that, well, things happen.) I used to put bells on the doors when the kids were little to alert me to any "wandering" that might occur. That helped ease my mind a bit. Besides that, the kids wanted to sleep with me in my room. We did that last time my husband went out of town (four years ago!). But in all, the kids slept well. Me, not so much. Between listening for the bells and extracting little legs, arms, and feet from various points on my body each night then teaching my class of 19 during the day, I was wiped out by the time Friday rolled around.
I hadn't realized just how much I depend on my husband for the daily workings of the house. We have the household chores pretty well divided and it was a bit overwhelming to try and do them all during the week in between homework, grading papers, instrument practice, etc. The kids helped out where they could, but they had their own chores to do. I think we did a pretty good job, but truth be told, I'm glad to have my own chore list back. I can say the experience has made me appreciate my husband more.
The experience was also a bit humbling for me. I'm so used to what I perceive to be all of the "stuff" I need to do for my household. You know, or else it will fall apart without me--despite the contributions everyone else makes to said household. Ahh, yes. The good ol' Supermom Complex. I think God knocked me down a few pegs to help me see that I'm not as "super" as I might have thought I was.
I'm getting back into the groove of things. We all are. The crazy is gone, I learned about myself, and my husband is back.
Life is good.
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Juggling Act
It's been a crazy week or so in my household. I had a "Wha...?" moment with my new cell phone (See 'Day 20' post on 180 Days.) I've gotten the diagnosis on my knee, and I've been keeping on top of my children's schoolwork and activities. Busy!
Regarding the cell phone, trust me. Read the post. You will feel so much better about yourself.
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| My new phone. Waaaaaay too much technology in such a small device. Although it is light years above what I had before. I won't even show the picture for that one. It's too embarrassing. |
About the knee. Good news: By grace, I don't need surgery. Not-so-great news: My doctor still doesn't know what's causing the inflammation in my knee. So I'm to stay on the regimen of knee support, ice, elevation, and ibuprofen. It's sort of nice because I am pretty much parked on the sofa with my feet up after work wearing a rather stylish (not!) ice pack from CVS called Peas. (Only I feel unproductive and slobbish when I do that. But hey, maybe God's trying to tell me to slow down a bit.)
Anyhow, if my knee doesn't improve, I am to schedule physical therapy somewhere between balancing five plates on a pole on my forehead, juggling two dozen eggs in my hands, all while balancing on one foot (on my good leg) on a unicycle. Have you got the visual? That's how I feel lately. My doctor is a really nice guy and all, but I don't want to have to schedule in physical therapy on top of everything else. We'll see.
Oh yeah! My husband had an idea to send out an all-call for comments, questions, suggestions, and tips from you, my lovely readers. So I'm letting it all hang out here. Any comments for me? Or burning questions as to how I (almost) stay sane? Any suggestions on anything? Any sanity-saving tips? Bring 'em on!
Thursday, September 23, 2010
I'm So Ashamed
Wow. It's been an extremely long time since I've posted. For that, dear readers, I apologize. I'm ashamed of myself!
It's not that I haven't been posting. I've been posting to my sister blog nearly every day so I don't forget things that have happened during school hours.
My personal life has been a little less dramatic, so you haven't missed much. Let's see. I've been spending my evenings checking homework (of my own children and my class) from the comfort of my sofa while my ice-covered knee is perched on the ottoman. (Still dealing with the torn meniscus. Was seen by doctor again on Wednesday and put into a temporary brace until my MRI on Monday. They'll make a decision on how to proceed after that. I'll keep you posted. Let's just say it's a little cumbersome trying to keep up with folks lately.)
Anyhow, back to the busyness of life. I'm trying to keep up with posting, nursing my knee, have gotten interviewed by a local reporter for a news story about teachers, attended two parent nights, and started my new part-time weekend job at a facility geared to help underprivileged children. (The cool thing about the program is that my family is part of it as well; we are sort of models of what a proper family should be. We also teach them life skills, how to be responsible citizens, and how to handle conflict in a positive way. We've done two weekends so far and we love it!)
I know, I know. It's been crazy and you've missed me (maybe), but I promise I will try to be a bit more timely in my postings here.
It's not that I haven't been posting. I've been posting to my sister blog nearly every day so I don't forget things that have happened during school hours.
My personal life has been a little less dramatic, so you haven't missed much. Let's see. I've been spending my evenings checking homework (of my own children and my class) from the comfort of my sofa while my ice-covered knee is perched on the ottoman. (Still dealing with the torn meniscus. Was seen by doctor again on Wednesday and put into a temporary brace until my MRI on Monday. They'll make a decision on how to proceed after that. I'll keep you posted. Let's just say it's a little cumbersome trying to keep up with folks lately.)
Anyhow, back to the busyness of life. I'm trying to keep up with posting, nursing my knee, have gotten interviewed by a local reporter for a news story about teachers, attended two parent nights, and started my new part-time weekend job at a facility geared to help underprivileged children. (The cool thing about the program is that my family is part of it as well; we are sort of models of what a proper family should be. We also teach them life skills, how to be responsible citizens, and how to handle conflict in a positive way. We've done two weekends so far and we love it!)
I know, I know. It's been crazy and you've missed me (maybe), but I promise I will try to be a bit more timely in my postings here.
Monday, September 6, 2010
One Week Down
Well, I've made it through the first week of school. Check out my day-to-day musings about teaching elementary school at http://www.lia-180days.blogspot.com/. In a nutshell, I taught through a five-day heatwave, dealt with several massive nosebleeds (from one student), started teaching routines, and discovered I have a torn meniscus (THAT was discovered on the second day of school.).
In motherhood news, my oldest started middle school (tear, sniff) and my youngest began second grade (in the classroom right beside mine). The mornings have been streamlined, thanks to having the kids operate on a "school schedule" for the week before school started. The kids got up like they would on a regular school day and went through their morning routines of washing faces (showers are done the night before), brushing teeth, getting dressed, and eating breakfast.
To help with the mornings, clothes were put out and lunches were packed (except for sandwiches) the night before. Now that school has started, forms are signed, and backpacks are packed and ready to go along with the other things mentioned above. Things run much more smoothly in those groggy, hazy moments during the sun rise.
I wish the rest of my days would go as smoothly sometimes. But then, life would be boring, and who wants THAT?!?
In motherhood news, my oldest started middle school (tear, sniff) and my youngest began second grade (in the classroom right beside mine). The mornings have been streamlined, thanks to having the kids operate on a "school schedule" for the week before school started. The kids got up like they would on a regular school day and went through their morning routines of washing faces (showers are done the night before), brushing teeth, getting dressed, and eating breakfast.
To help with the mornings, clothes were put out and lunches were packed (except for sandwiches) the night before. Now that school has started, forms are signed, and backpacks are packed and ready to go along with the other things mentioned above. Things run much more smoothly in those groggy, hazy moments during the sun rise.
I wish the rest of my days would go as smoothly sometimes. But then, life would be boring, and who wants THAT?!?
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Sister Blog Alert!
Check out my newest blog, http://www.lia-180days.blogspot.com/. Experience what I experience on my journey through 180 days of school.
T-Minus...
It's Sunday afternoon. Less than 24 hours to go before the First Day of School. Wow. Where did summer go?
My room is ready, my clothes are ready, my plans are ready. But am I ready? I think so. Haircuts have been gotten, new medications for school nurses have been gotten and delivered, school shopping is (partly) done (see earlier post on that one), and the kids are getting their backpacks ready.
We're going to enjoy these last few hours of freedom, for tomorrow, it begins!
My room is ready, my clothes are ready, my plans are ready. But am I ready? I think so. Haircuts have been gotten, new medications for school nurses have been gotten and delivered, school shopping is (partly) done (see earlier post on that one), and the kids are getting their backpacks ready.
We're going to enjoy these last few hours of freedom, for tomorrow, it begins!
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