Is not feeling like it a solid reason for ignoring the mounds of paperwork on my desk? Well, yeah....I believe it is. It is a lame reason but one that I can live with for the next 15 minutes or so....
Then, I will start a project and have to stop since I have Pilates class at 10:30.
I am sure that you are thinking...hey, BP Mom, get a grip. The rest of us start our day with a bowl of Special K and a Starbucks frap and work until 5.
I admire you. Last night a dinner, dad and I were talking about teachers.....real ones not faux like I am....OK, I am not faux, but at times, I feel like I am.
My contention was that I could not teach in a classroom with the same faces for 180 days. It would seem like torture.....for the kids, not me.
OK, honestly...me too.....The heroes are the men and women who do this work day in and day out.
As far as my teaching is concerned, I can see the same students for 7 weeks or an entire semester. I can live with this lifestyle. Therefore, I vow.....OK, not vow, will try....
Perhaps, "try" is not the right word....how about "think".....
I vow to think about never complaining about my job again. That's good...
On to Daisy who is headed to NC to visit her daughter....my god daughter for an award ceremony and Bridal Show. You see...my sweet oh-so-intelligent god daughter is graduating from medical school and getting married....then moving to Connecticut. How about that for a little stress?
Anyway, "Violet" is extremely bright and wants to be a pediatrician. How great is that? This is a woman who will work with kids day in and day out....then she will go home some day to more children (her own). Kids will be her life.....Nice.....
I have always loved children but could not work with them in a health care way. I get squeamish when a child is sick. Then I think philosophically about how life is not fair and how little children should have enough food, the tools that they need to learn, and a healthy body.
And as I continue to see children who are sick, I become physically and emotionally ill because my head continues to play games with me. Rather than thinking about how unfair life is to these children, I probably should be thinking how I can make their lives better. Perhaps that is the way to handle my anticipatory grieving when I see sick little faces.
Speaking of sick, the big leftie continues to struggle with his health. He went to two specialists this week and they continue to give him medication. With his allergies and asthma, he should not be working at the baseball center, but he continues to do so hoping that his medication will stabilize his symptoms for a few hours.
What's my take on this?
Well....he is nuts. That's right...craz-eee.
He should stay away from a caustic environment and human petri dishes, his clients who are little leaguers. These kids are walking micro organisms who delight in spreading germs. Naturally, with his weakened immune system, he picks everything up, gets sick, and brings the bugs home. He sneezes, coughs, hacks, and gladly shares his sickness with the rest of us. It looks like he has lost about 10 pounds and cannot shake this infection. I am not sure what to do short of sending him to the Mayo clinic for a complete work up or Florida for some sunshine and relaxation.
With that said, I have enough guilt built up that I need to start one project....just one...then Pilates....
have a great day!
Peace!
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