after a really great three-day weekend away i can’t bear to get back to reality. i am semi-depressed and extremely frustrated. can’t get myself to cook, clean, or do anything other than lie around in pajamas and watch mindless television.
when’s summer? someone at work reminded me that after this week there are 6 weeks, then spring break, then 6 weeks, then a long weekend, then a couple weeks and summer. wow. the reality is that i am actually loving teaching right now. we are reading two of my fave novels, lord of the flies and the great gatsby. love, love, love them. i am, however, bogged down in a pile of paperwork that only gets bigger every day. my students tell me to just stop assigning work. they are so thoughtful. : )
in addition, i am feeling like not such a great parent lately. j has taken to hitting, not other people, mind you, but himself, and it is driving me absolutely nuts. we had another counseling appointment yesterday and he went into full-mode tantrum, screaming and hitting himself. it was utterly confusing and embarassing all at once. i felt inadequate.