I’m going to go insane. I was called by the elementary school yesterday morning to see if I would help with a project that needed to be done ASAP. Ok, sure. They did a lot for my sons, I’ll come help. I didn’t really have the time but I’ll work it out. And they worked me out. I swear my husband should start looking at insurance quote on me and soon. I thought I was feeling better, life was good, a good routine was back, oldest son has a teacher that had a dysgraphic child before, and youngest teacher is working hard to make sure he doesn’t have a hypoglycemic meltdown and that meant I was up to any challenge. Yet, by the time I got home… I was done. Completely and utterly done.
All I wanted to do was fine a quiet spot with no kids, no hubby, no noise and have a good book with a cup of tea to drink. Not happening. I need to learn to go with the flow of our lives. It is just that I am not quite in step with it. Maybe we just need a vacation. Yaa… I might do some research on vacations soon.
I have found that ANYthing a school needs a parent’s help with “at the last minute” will be a total cluster.
I was asked to help with picture re-takes one day “for about an hour”. How hard could it be?
I was there from 8am till 2pm.
Never. Again.