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why so tired?
Sep. 19th, 2017 09:01 amI guess it's part of bein human right?
Wanted to do a post yesterday about leadership but decided part of that is, you know, working when one is supposed to. Even if writing helps my brain :)
Today is an emotional day, amplified becuase my zoloft rx ran out and needs a doctor call for the new one. It's dumb little things going on but the little things that are triggers for my deepest issues.
Like, I can't dwell on it or the waterworks will resume, but I couldn't get the kids out of the house today, and I had put meg's leggings on her ankles for her to finish pulling up, and she took them off because she wanted me to help her. So it's like this: Kids, we have to go NOW. kids, we're late. Meg has no pants. So I sniffled and Ty noticed and said, "Mom, it makes me nervous when you make that sound." So I said "This sound means I'm crying a little." why? "Because we're late and you'll get in trouble and I'll get in trouble, and we all tried really hard and still did not succeed." (That last part is that trigger.)
Ty told me "there are some things you can't control like how tired I am or where the ender dragon will go." Megan told me "Mrs wolo is NEVER red-zone angry even when we're late."
I told them I was probably also sad because I sold the black car last night and that kind of made Ty cry too because that was a good car and CHANGE and saying goodbye (another emotional trigger). Last, I brought the kids into the building and they were a little spacey about where to go because we were late so the routine is different, and Meg hopefully suggested I peek into her classroom to see what it looks like. Sorry, sunshine.
So, in sum, they're good kids and as my dad would say "they'll make it someday," and that's a thing underlying all of this - i miss my dad.
Wanted to do a post yesterday about leadership but decided part of that is, you know, working when one is supposed to. Even if writing helps my brain :)
Today is an emotional day, amplified becuase my zoloft rx ran out and needs a doctor call for the new one. It's dumb little things going on but the little things that are triggers for my deepest issues.
Like, I can't dwell on it or the waterworks will resume, but I couldn't get the kids out of the house today, and I had put meg's leggings on her ankles for her to finish pulling up, and she took them off because she wanted me to help her. So it's like this: Kids, we have to go NOW. kids, we're late. Meg has no pants. So I sniffled and Ty noticed and said, "Mom, it makes me nervous when you make that sound." So I said "This sound means I'm crying a little." why? "Because we're late and you'll get in trouble and I'll get in trouble, and we all tried really hard and still did not succeed." (That last part is that trigger.)
Ty told me "there are some things you can't control like how tired I am or where the ender dragon will go." Megan told me "Mrs wolo is NEVER red-zone angry even when we're late."
I told them I was probably also sad because I sold the black car last night and that kind of made Ty cry too because that was a good car and CHANGE and saying goodbye (another emotional trigger). Last, I brought the kids into the building and they were a little spacey about where to go because we were late so the routine is different, and Meg hopefully suggested I peek into her classroom to see what it looks like. Sorry, sunshine.
So, in sum, they're good kids and as my dad would say "they'll make it someday," and that's a thing underlying all of this - i miss my dad.