Okay, I am tired. I say that a lot. Practically everyday. There are some days that I wake up wondering if I had just went to bed an hour earlier. Was it like this before I was married? Did I feel like this in college or high school? The absolute overwhelming desire I have to crawl back in to bed 5 minutes after I leave it is absolutely overpowering.
So, what's new? Well, for the last two weeks my family and I have been meeting with specialists about Carter and how we can offer additional therapy for him at home. We met with a speech therapist, an occupational therapist, his two regular therapists, and the local school personnel to get on the same game plan. There is nothing worse than working all day and having another 2 hour meeting at night. Not that I don't want to help my son, but I am dying to have a week where I can come home and relax. I even skipped book club so that I could fit in my 5 mile run, which I need in order to de-stress from the day.
Did I mention Carter had his tonsils out last week, and this past weekend was a struggle to get him to eat, drink, sleep and take his meds. I had two club meetings at school this week, helped out with ASVAB testing, and now I am sitting here writing on my blog while my students take a quiz, which is essentially more work for me than them since I have to grade over 80 papers this weekend.
I also coordinated our family pictures two weekends ago, which meant picking out outfits for my whole family plus my mom and dad, fixing hair and make-up and then a week later picking out the photos with my friend, the photographer, who always manages to find at least one good shot of all of us.
AND...the piece de resistance....my daughter is working on her very first science fair project, which of course means that I have done 90% of the work and even enlisted the help of my students. That's right folks, I run my very own Kathy Lee sweatshop for the glory of extra points on a quiz. A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do. So, after a 3 day weekend to Aggieland, I will come home Sunday night just in time to spend multiple hours creating a tri-fold bulletin board for her and her partner to present to their class.
So, there is this song by Kenny Chesney called, "I'm Alive." I like it very much, and I listen to it everyday on my way to work to inspire me to get through the day. I am thankful that I have a job, a home, a husband and family, and some good friends. I think about the Chilean miners who had a pretty crappy 69 days underground, my sister who is no longer with us, and all of the other people experiencing extreme hardship. My life isn't bad, it's just busy. Too busy. Maybe I'll just wake up one day, pack a bag, throw my cell phone out the window, and drive. After all, I'm alive.
