Today after class I went grocery shopping in order to avoid collapsing immediately. It worked, kind of. I did not take a nap while at the store. I did buy a lot of snack items, though. And when I returned home I was super tired and "slept" on the couch while all three children engaged in loud, cooperative play.
However, since I didn't actually sleep maybe that is a step in the right direction and maybe it won't mess up my sleep schedule.
I think that the director of my school is not quite sure what to make of me. And I don't mean that in a bad way. I just get the feeling that he comes away from our conversations wondering what the heck just happened. Not the content of my speech so much, but maybe my communication style? Couldn't tell you. It is just this vague feeling.
I finally-- after how many weeks since the beginning of school in September-- feel like I know what is supposed to be going on (at the clerical and administrative level) for my Saturday class. I even have the appropriate phone numbers to call should anything go wrong. Whew!
Today I threw twigs in my brother's truck. Tomorrow I am hoping for leaves. Time to put the garden to bed. It doesn't feel like I grew anything, but I know I did. There are still things growing. My cabbages, the dill weed, bok choi, poor misshapen brussels sprouts planted to close together to grow well and then shocked by midseason transplant...
I did some tap this evening after moving sticks around. I am still bad. I am still improving. And I still love it. I think that red tap shoes are going on my birthday list this year...
Grateful Crap: refilled my prescription today for a scrip that accidentally ran out yesterday (and it is my nighttime one that I can't miss for more than a day or two without repurcussions)
listened to voicemail
did not actually forget to pick up mother from airport today (I was 98.743% sure her flight came in tomorrow)
Quaker, teacher, parent,