Saturday, August 27, 2022

The InBetween

 



Husbandman tested positive for covid this week.  I did not.  Husbandman and I now lead separate lives.  He stays in a downstairs bedroom, sleeping and coughing.  I wander through the rest of the house like a ghostly spirit, living in the haunted, viral in-between space.  Husbandman is on paxlovid and is definitely on the mend which is a relief, but I could drop at any time. We just don't know.

In other news, we had our school's Open House this week. From the parents, I felt a ton of supporting and absolutely no thwarting. I especially liked the parents who told me, "We enjoyed talking about Abraham Maslow's hierarchy of needs tonight at dinner."  I love when the 3rdLanders spread the word about what we're up to during the day.  

Speaking of Maslow, let's reflect on my needs right now. 

The basics of food, water and shelter?  Check.  Could be sleeping better, but whatever.
Safety needs?  Check.  I'm wearing my mask and my seat belt. 
Belonging and Love needs?  Check, though I would like to see Husbandman emerge from the bedroom with a big bouquet of yellow roses for me sometime soon.
Esteem needs?  I'm feeling pretty good about how I skillfully handled a harrowing situation that happened on my lunch break yesterday, involving a first grader walking down the hall wearing only a tee shirt and sandals while carrying his underwear in one hand and his shorts in the other.  I escorted the kid to the boys' bathroom and chatted with him about first grade life while we waited for another teacher to bring new clothes.  He wasn't thrilled with the new green underwear, claiming they were "tight," but I assured him they'd stretch during the afternoon.  After a bit more chatting, he headed back to class to continue his education.





Thursday, August 18, 2022

The Rest





 You might be wondering if I'm still alive over here. I have neglected this beautiful blog which makes me sad.  Basically life is going to hell in a hand basket.  I'm in 3rdLand with a great crew of peeps and I'm way busy.  I don't want to be this busy.  I want to meander and write in my notebook.  But here I am. Struggling with lists of tasks that only grow longer by the day. Working crazy hours, losing my mind.  There are bright spots.  Umping the kickball games at recess.  Watching the writers get in the groove in only 3 weeks' time.  Singing songs together with gusto.  I am glad to be back in Thirdland but I'm not happy to be right back in the middle of that feeling of always being behind and always needing to do more.  I'm doing my best, but I can't seem to forget the rest.  

The Feelings Check

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