I will begin my story with the happy ending: I’m home, no one was hurt, maimed, killed or sent to jail today despite the weather that could have caused all of the above, and I have tea and a pecan butter tart.
Still interested in my many mishaps? Read on, then…
Actually, there is no such thing as a designated chore day, at least not in my family. Partly this is because weekends belong to youth sports and everyone is in divide and conquer mode…but, if by some small miracle there is a big part of unfilled space on the calendar, and I see everyone sitting staring at tv screens or whatever, I get a little twitchy.
I hurt my back last week somehow and have been unable to run. I’m grumpy about that because it was sorta kinda finally coming together…but it can’t be helped. I’m hoping by next week all is back to normal. 😐
(Disclaimer: long story about my early days as a mom with a toddler and an infant.)
On Monday night I watched a bunch of syndicated Big Bang Theory episodes. As always, they were funny and entertaining, but one in particular kind of threw me for a loop. It somehow sparked a weird, long, complicated memory of my early mom days from 12 years ago.
I sat in my bed immediately after that episode finished, and typed out the convoluted mess that my subconscious dredged up into my blog.
You’re welcome. 😊
I hereby caution you: the following post is lengthy, ugly, painful, and maybe just a little bit insightful. If you are in a delicate state of mental health at the moment maybe skip over this one.
You have been warned.❗
After I typed it out, I realized something: watching tv is hazardous to my mental health.
Either that, or it’s therapeutic.
Yeah, let’s go with the second one. Catharsis, if you will.
The labour dispute was with the support workers, custodians, secretaries and special needs educators, not the teachers, but most boards decided that full school closures would be implemented in the event of a walkout.
At 9 pm last night the media announced, well ahead of the midnight deadline, that a tentative agreement had been reached and all children are expected to go to school on Monday.
According to Twitter, mass panic ensued. Naturally the kids were disappointed. The parents, especially those with small children and daycare/afterschool care were overjoyed.
My office hours haven’t begun yet but I’m feeling a tad discombobulated about recent events. I thought I’d empty my head into the keyboard before I start my writing projects. Technically I have just under an hour before work starts…and, I have coffee. So sit back, I got some complaining story telling for you. 😉