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So, yeah. I’m pretty dense sometimes.
I feel pretty silly now for getting all worked up about the preschool incident. I guess it was a good lesson learned by me. I’ll probably hear opinions from teachers from now until Bug’s graduation so it’s probably wise that I learn to smile and nod early on. I do think the teacher meant well but obviously she doesn’t know us very well yet.
I do feel like an idiot for being so insecure about something that I should not be. Bug and I do a lot every day. And deep in my heart I didn’t think there was anything wrong with her. Sure, she frustrates me at times and the teacher tapped right into our latest battle but these frustrations are nothing new or monumental. It’s just part of being a mom of a very vocal three-year-old.
I am so blessed and thankful.
A lot of that thankfulness is directed back at you readers who keep coming back everyday with encouraging and insightful (and funny!) comments. You guys really hit your point home and I have had a complete change of mind because of it. I don’t know why I doubted myself so much in the first place. Thank you.
Now let’s get back to our regularly scheduled program!
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rest and reprieve
It’s been a couple of rough weeks around here. First the week of endless puking and then some business paperwork stress that has taxed my brain so hard I have almost considered giving up being a freelancer all together. But that’s neither here nor there. The good news is that my mom’s house is only an hour and a half away and I’m welcome there anytime.
Running away to my mom’s house is not always a vacation. They always have some sort of drama going on. But this time my mom forced me to stay home while she and my sister-in-law went galavanting around town running errands with my kid. I worked for several hours in perfect peace and quiet and then I went and sat in her backyard. It was just what I needed.
Spring is here in Southern California and it is so pretty. The grass in my mom’s yard grew about three feet from all the recent rain we’ve had and desperately needs to be mowed. Of course a lawnmower is nowhere to be found since my mom has her belongings strewn between two properties. Whatever you need is always at the other house.
Later when my family returned, I couldn’t stand it any more and I broke out the shovel. The soft earth was just calling to be tilled. We put in about five rose bushes that had been sitting soaking in a wheel barrow for about three weeks. Those poor roses. They were very happy to finally have their roots in some real dirt. It felt good to actually break a sweat and do some honest work. I need to do that more often.
Even though my mind has been heavy with worry, I feel like I’ve had a few moments to rest and recharge out here. The problems of the world are not solved but at least we have enjoyed the weather and each other. That’s all we really have.
