The place on my arm where I scratched it itches. And I had a very unpleasant set of interactions with nearly-12yo. Not yelly. Just deadly calm. And cutting. And the kind of thing that I can't come up with any solutions when the person I am trying to work with just shuts down with NO.
Listened to all the sad Carrie Newcomer songs I could while driving today.
Forgot my lunch
Guest speaker didn't show up
Feel like I am slowly draining like a bathtub with a clogged drain. It looks full and you can't tell that the water level is going down until you leave it for a while and then you come back and wonder where all the water went.
And I was focusing on how much worse so many of my friends have things and what a position of privilege I have and howcome I get to be such a fat whiny white girl. And then all the problems of these other people made me feel guilty that I couldn't do anything to help them. Not just that I don't have the time or the resources... they are problems that don't get solved. They just kind of settle in and you learn to live with them. Like a scar.
Quaker, teacher, parent,