I just heard that line on one of my favorite shows, "Time marches on and eventually you realize it's marchin' across your face."
I had a whole other post from November, but I guess it's floating around in cyberspace somewhere. So much has happened since July. I have a job as a TA in Special Ed at Providence Hall Junior High. I love it. I love the kids and I love the people I work with. Getting the job at all was a miracle; I sent out hail mary resumes and was hired on the spot without being asked when they could fire me or anything. I'm hoping to get my own class next year.
I have been told I look like Tinkerbell, I've been bossed around by twelve year olds, and I've been sneezed on. One little girl snapped her fingers at me and told me to type her report. I swallowed my retort and said, "Not only am I not a cocker-spaniel, but I know how to type already. You need to learn."
I have been blessed with a beautiful home in Daybreak. I painted the beige door bright turquoise after I got permission from the city. I live about 50 steps away from Joel. I get to see Kaden and Kaia every once in a while too; they are tall and gorgeous. I'm hoping that in some point in time, my children will be able to all go to the same school instead of three different ones. Josh and Cole go to Riverton Elementary because Josh is in ALPS and Cole wants to be with him, Kayla bikes to Daybreak Elementary, and Topher goes to preschool with Lucy. Just keeping it real.
My children are adjusting. It isn't easy for them, but I think God has let the storm rage and calmed them. And me.
I'm excited to take Kayla to do baptisms for the dead when she turns twelve in February.
Are the holidays supposed to be an experiment in terror? Is Pre-Holiday Stress Disorder a legit condition? I'm about to take hostages.
