AKA @GlassHouseSoul I’ve been locked out of my account, so here I am. Still watching those birds hit the wall. Anxiety, depression, PTSD. Learning how to live.
Last week, after spending 10 years working at the school I’m at as an educational assistant, I thought for the first time that I should just quit my job.
It wasn’t a good day.
Of course, common sense prevails, so I won’t be doing that.
The system is broken.
The last 3 times I’ve gotten together with my long distance bestie, someone we love has died. My mom, her grandpa and this time my grandma. We see each other again at Easter…hopefully there’s no surprises.
I’m tired of grieving.
Most of the time I like and even love my job. Today, I’m deflated. I want to love the kids I work with and I want to appreciate and respect my leadership, but today I’m left angry, frustrated and defeated. If left to simply feelings, I’d quit.
We crossed a parenting milestone today in that our little family is waiting to celebrate Christmas together because our oldest, a nurse, had to work today. It’s just a weird feeling. On the bright side, she helped deliver a baby today in L&D.
It’s done. Mom’s funeral happened today. Aside from some technical difficulties during the first part of the service, today was perfect. She was honored in a very befitting way.
My brother and myself are cowriting my mom’s eulogy. I spent hours today working on it before he could join me. Tomorrow it must be completed.
It’s challenging to know what to leave out.
It’ll get done, regardless. Wednesday we read it to the masses.
We officially lay my mom’s ashes to rest in just 3 days. Life has been hectic since she passed and I’ve learned a lot about a lot of things.
I’m ready for this week to be over.
Although, I’m back to school next week…
By the time August is over, I’ll have spent 3 weeks away from home dealing with the aftermath of my mom’s passing and 1 week of holidays.
Then, it’s back to school/work.
I’m tired.