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Work Wear*
I’m feeling better today. I finally crawled into bed a little after 11, and slept straight through for the first time in days. I woke up feeling less congested than yesterday, and my head feels much clearer. I worked this morning, and as I wasn’t booked this afternoon I was able to be home by 11:30. It was so glorious. It’s really the best of both worlds–I got to dress up a little, see some colleagues, teach two phenomenal groups of kids, use my brain and be home in time to make lunch for P, give him a snuggle and put him to bed for a nap. If I could…
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It’s Wednesday or Something*
I’m so tired. I’m still pretty congested and as much as I’m trying to pretend I’m totally fine, I’m more run down than I think I am. I cleaned my oven yesterday and I was basically done for the day after I finished. (If I’m being totally honest, cleaning my oven usually equates being done for the day because it is the WORST JOB EVER.) I haven’t been sleeping well because I’m congested, and I haven’t been resting in the afternoons because I’ve had H home for the last three days. He’s much better today and will be back at school tomorrow, just in time for me to head back…
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Book Club: A Mother’s Reckoning
About a year ago, I found a Facebook group specifically for my area of the city we live in. I joined as I thought it would be a good way to keep up with what’s going on around me, and hopefully meet some people in my community. It’s now huge and basically full of people gossiping about why there are occasionally helicopters flying overhead, but it has been useful. You all know of my eternal search for a good book club. I’ve been in two or three over the years, and each one has eventually ended due to scheduling conflicts, dwindling attendance each month and a host of other reasons.…
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It’s Coming.
I can feel it. It’s coming. The first wave of illness of the 2018/2019 school year is upon us. H started complaining that he wasn’t feeling well on Friday night. He was coughing a little, but we hoped it was just a wee bug and that he’d sleep it off with a good night’s sleep. By Sunday he was running a low grade fever and had developed a lovely little chest cough. Thankfully he sounds worse than he feels, and it’s been a battle to explain that while they sound similar, “wrestling” is not the same as “resting”. He isn’t terribly hungry, but he is still insisting that he’s not…
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When it rains, it pours*
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White Night*
I had a white night last night. I don’t remember when the expression entered into our family vernacular, but when we are worried or stressed and can’t sleep, we call them “white nights”. My grandmother used to have them about us driving up north at night in moose country (or over lots of things, really) and she passed the trait down to my mom, who can also be a bit of a worrier at times. Well, it looks like I’ve caught the gene too. Shortly after I made my post last night, I began to worry that it could be read the wrong way. I was concerned that it came…
