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.
Take me as a hostage. I would love to have an excuse not to do all the things I have to do before January.
ReplyDeleteSo glad to hear about your job! I worked in special ed for a time before I got married and thought the special ed teachers were the toughest ones. Ever.
I saw darling pictures of you and your kids on Kayci's blog. You do look like Tinker Bell! I love your hair. I would fix mine like yours, but then I still wouldn't look like you and it would be a disappointment...
Tell Joel I said hello. It's hard to get him to answer a phone or an e-mail. Actually, tell him this: "You are the Jello in the center of my fiendishly modified Twinkie." He'll like that compliment. I've lived with him. I know these things.
ReplyDeleteYes. Take some hostages. When they see you having a holiday seizure, they can call 911 for you.
I commented at length yesterday. Today is a new day and I'll try again to tell you that I LOVE IT when you blog, and I LOVE U! It's great to hear about your teaching experiences, and mothering, and especially about your angst.
ReplyDeleteI also love it when you blog!! And I needed the update. I think you are beautiful and I want to hang out with you and the hostages. Especially if they include Kirsta. I also want to send you a card, but I don't know any way of contacting you except this blog. Will you please send your address and anything else you are willing to share? My email is hf wimmer at gmail dot com.
ReplyDeleteHow about a photo of your cute tinkerbell haircut?
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