I'm so sorry, Burrell and Cash and Kate. Things are hard.
I have been completed preoccupied and swamped with work. I am entirely overwhelmed. Often, I think of myself as not really the overwhelmed type, but I continually finding myself feeling this way. So maybe it's me?
Anyhow, the balls I'm currently juggling are: teaching, grading, mentoring some teachers being evaluated with the new system, parenting (with attendant OT/PT/Soccer x2/Girl Scouts/Boy Scouts that go with it), visiting family and required "fun'" at amusement parks, writing an accreditation document, creating PD to go along with that accreditation process, implementing a new curriculum per the specs of the CSU system, planning a parent workshop at work, leading a girl scout troop, overseeing the school's AP and GATE program, volunteeringish at NICU and swimming every day. It's too many balls and today I dropped the girl scout one. But I recovered by having the girls make up crib decorations fulfilling my volunteer stuff.
Sending out a lot of ma~~~~. Peace, calm,love and reasonable solutions to all.
Lisa! In this house we obey the laws of thermodynamics!
I wanted to click "Like" on this SO HARD.
Kat, I need a nap after reading that.
OMG Kat, I'm feeling stressed just reading that list. No wonder you're overwhelmed. The average human would be whimpering in a corner.
I'm thinking good thoughts for your mother, Cash. I hope her cancer is highly treatable. And I'm so glad to hear that you got a clean bill of health.
I tried paying $350 to someone via paypal and sent it to the wrong address. *facepalm* Fortunately, I was able to cancel it and not lose any money.
Kat, if you are overwhelmed by all that, it is not because you are the overwhelmed type. That's a lot of balls.
Buffista cuddlepile!
Which consists of individuals cuddled around their textual/electronic devices of choice, with beverage and/or furred animal where they don't
have to
see their fellow cuddlers, but they can see them if they want, and even lean over to touch them if required.
It'll cure all the ills that are in this social space.
and even lean over to touch them if required.
After the wedding, a friend who was there said "You hugged A LOT of people -- was it hard?"
Me: "Did you see me WITHOUT a drink in my hand, other than the ceremony?"
Friend: "No...ohhhhhh, right. Good plan!"
Full of champagne, I was running around and hugging and calling Tim's brother's "Bro!" and when "It's Raining Men" came on I ran inside, looked at our friends who were -- for real, now -- talking about beekeeping, and said, "It's raining MEN, bitches! Get your asses on the dance floor!"
So, my point is...have a drink and hug the shit out of who- or whatever you want to hug. Or don't.
But it IS raining men, bitches.
(I may be on my third glass of wine, BTW.)
Lots of ~ma for your mom, Cash.
