Our family had a really rough weekend. With three teens, there are lots of emotions and a great deal of drama, and sometimes things just get tough. Yesterday I kind of reached my breaking point, and to be honest, I was more hurt, and cried more tears, than the day my dad died four years ago (tomorrow). There needs to be some healing take place, and I'm just not sure I know how to make that happen for everyone. It was just a really tough day.
Earlier in the day I had accepted a job at the high school for today. After the way our evening went, I thought about cancelling and taking the day for myself. I didn't though, and I am so glad that I didn't. This classroom is two doors down from my husband, and we had the same plan period and the same lunch. It allowed us to spend some time together, and to get some things handled. And I can't even begin to describe how amazing my husband has been at handling things. It also allowed me to be distracted by fabulous students, and not think about how upset I had been yesterday. I am still exhausted from being drained and not sleeping well last night, but I needed to be here!
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