I am heading home to my real life. To my life of dance lessons and of soccer momhood. I am going to back to two jobs and an unemployed husband. I am going back. But I want to stay. The weekend was too short. I need to do more to be more to understand more. But at the end I can only do what I can do. To be who I am. It was emotional and refreshing all at the same time. I did something I have never done before and now I want to do all the time. Although I am going to have to wait for a few months. Anyway, my flight is getting ready to board so I will head to the gate.
This has been a tough week. I worked some extra hours which were only five hour shifts but were still were time away from the kids. Kids are at their breaking point and wether or not they know it they need schedules and some stablness. School starts Tuesday and comments about how people hope my kids dont kill their teachers with COVID is neither helpful or accurate. Plus we had a budget meeting after months of no meetings. In which we found out that we had once again over spent in August. Which could have been stopped if we would have known earlier in the month. I sent $1500 to student loans. Andrew turned eight yesterday and I am so thankful for him. He is become such a deep thinker and asks these amazing questions that I don't always have the answers to. The meds have helped slow him down but he is still crazy Andrew. We upped the medications and it was like he was on speed. He couldn't sleep and was kind of zombie like. Then there has been a few moments wher...
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