Say it Rah-shay

Denial is NOT a river in Egypt. Yeah, I don’t know what that means either. What I do know is that I have not been taking care of myself. No excuses, ifs, ands or buts. I have spent the last six weeks eating crap, not consistently exercising and waiting for a magic pill. Now I am feeling, and looking, like…

For the last few weeks I have been waking up nightly somewheres between 3:05 AM and 3:15 AM. Some nights I fall back asleep with a cursory glance at the clock*, some nights I jump out of bed and run downstairs to check on my mom or The Bee and then there are too many nights that I stay up…

Ugh! I really thought I had built up an immunity to coughs and colds. Working with kids there is no end to runny noses, sneezes in your face (please teach your kid to cover that cough!) and germs and they have gotten me! Everything hurts! I got a coughing, sneezing, stuffy head, fever aches and pains…aaachoo!later-r

So far the mind is willing, the body and life, not so. I can’t seem to muster the enthusiasm to finish my projects let alone be bothered to prepare them. While The Bee was in her GS meeting today, I decided that I would finish Pop’s bag, no matter what. Through lots of muttered curses, the furrowing of the brow…

Days that I take The Bee to school, our mornings can be called schizophrenic. Despite laying clothes out, packing bags and preparing lunches the night before, we always seem to forget something, have to run back in to the house for something or we find ourselves stuck behind that dang school bus picking up some of the other kids on…