Oh sweetie. It's not you! Truly, it's not.

{{smonster}}

Also, still ouchy from my mishap in the gym. My poor trainer... you could tell he just had no idea what to say that wouldn't be horribly wrong.

I can't even get a serial monogamist to actually have a relationship with me.

He's just not the right serial monogamist, is all. Mismatch, I wish you a better mutual match next time.

glad things wen well sj

sorry smonter.

Bed room is mostly emptied and walls are patched, sanded, and patched again. hoping we get a least one coat of paint on tomorrow

I'm sorry, smonster. I hate the lack of communication thing. Seriously, just tell me (or you, I guess) because then everyone knows what the deal is and knows how to move on.

So sorry, smonster. And totally what ita ! said. It's just the wrong guy. Or the right-ish guy at a hella wrong, crazy busy period in his life where he can't handle the awesomeness that is you right now. Which sucks.

Let's also say that I am, er, fairly well endowed.

AHAHAHAHA! OUCH!

I, umm, had this problem when I tried hot yoga.

smonster, remember, it's not you: it's him.

It's totally him.

sj, I'm glad the meeting went well. I haz my fingers crossed for you guys.

I cringed in sympathy, Anne. Holy carp.

Jilli, Kara said to tell you that she is SO jealous of you getting to hang out with Gaiman. Greg DIDN'T say that he's totally jealous of you for getting to hang out with Amanda Palmer (on account of I was sitting right there), but he was.

I'm so sorry smonster.

{{{smonster}}}

The insomnia fairy is visiting tonight, but I think I know why. This has been an emotional roller coaster 2-3 days and I think it's catching up to me. Excuse me for a moment while I mind dump. Maybe it will making the f-ing fairy go away.

Thursday at my speech team practice, a couple of my kids mentioned that one of my students, S, had not been at school for a couple of days and wondered what was up. Our contest was today, so they were worried about her being ready for the competiton. I don't have her in class, just after school. So, I dug up the email address I had on her and emailed to see how she was doing. I got an email back from her mom telling me to talk to the social worker at school but that she would tell S we were asking about her. She said S was sorry to have missed speech team practice as it was the only part of school she liked.

So, I talked to the social worker Friday morning before school and S was hospitalized due to a suicide threat as well as threats to injure her sister and cat. The girl's home life if terrible, to put it mildly, and things over the summer went to hell in a handbasket for her and I think it all caught up to her. My heart just about broke for the girl.

Then, during first period on Friday, I'm taking attendence and look out and see one of my 8th grade boys all upset. I as if he's okay and he shakes his head no. I take him out to the hall and ask him what's wrong and he just breaks down in sobs. So, I'm standing in the hallway hugging a 14 year old boy who's a good 7 inches taller than me while he cries like the little boy he is. I ask him what's going on and he says that he just misses his dad so much (his dad passed away a couple of years ago). So, my heart breaks for the second time in about 30 minutes.

Friday during lunch, I'm working with 3 girls from my speech team when I get the email that my play is going to be published. Very exciting and I was totally bouncing off the walls for several hours over that.

Today was our speech contest. I get to school about 7:10 and sit in my car eating oatmeal (the school is alarmed on the weekends and I can't get in the building) waiting for the bus to come around 7:35. We were going to leave around 7:40 for the tournament. By 7:40, all my kids are there, but no bus. By 7:50, I start panicking because I don't have any numbers for admin on me. I ended up texting everyone I work with who I have numbers for asking for an admin's number. I finally get it around 8:05. I call the vice principal and thank God she answers. She picked up saying, "Hey, Kathy. How's it going?" I was so relieved that I finally got someone who might be able to help, I almost started crying and said, "I'm not doing very good at all." And tell her about the bus situation. She says she'll make some calls.

Of course, by now it's too late to get a bus to get us there (the tournament was about 30 minutes away and started at 9am), so I frantically ask the kids who has minivans and to sstart calling parents to see who can come back to school so we can carpool 40 kids. I wrangle enough parents in about 15 minutes. I start packing kids into cars based on which round they will be competing in so I can get the ones who will be competing first there the earliest. I was the last car to leave my school and got to the tournament at about 8:55.

On the way there, I got a call that a bus would come and pick us up from the tournament at 12:30 to take us back. Yay!

The kids did a fantastic job and I was so very proud of them.

It has been a few days of some real ups and downs and my psyche needs a bit of a relaxing break.

And, I've also started dating this new guy who makes me feel a way I haven't felt in a really long time. He's sweet and kind and smart and really fascinating. Every time after we talk, I want to know more about him and the way he thinks. So, he's been on my mind a lot which is lovely but he's only helping the insomnia fairy do her job.

Sorry about that marathon mind dump. I guess a lot HAS been on my hamster wheel of a brain.