This morning, a sick little girl walked into my room, lay
next to me and went to sleep. Poor thing. I accessed my inner-prairie woman and made some
lemon/honey syrup for her, along with water. Best solution for what ails her is rest and liquid. I got ready for work quickly – I am seeing an
issue with this menopause-thing( Actually, I don’t know if that’s what is
happening but it sure as hell sounds catchy):
weird hair. It’s as if my head is
being sprayed with popcorn butter. This aging thing is weird.
Dropped the boy off and headed in to work. Somehow 4 day work weeks seem to last longer…Not
sure why, exactly. It’s as if the equilibrium
has been thrown off. At one point, I
took off my boots and socks and joined the students with a little barefoot
running around the track. I made sure to
stretch though, heaven forbid I can’t walk without pain for 3 days. It felt good getting out there again; as much
as my body aches when I do it, there was a certain peace. If stretching correctly helps the pain, then
I will train myself how to stretch. Simple
as that.
Picked up the boy and off to the bank, then to the bike shop
to get his flat from Texas repaired.
Seriously – he hasn’t even gone one mile on that bike and already 2
flats. I have no luck with tires or
electronic recording devices. I’m not
sure what the correlation is, but there ya have it. He wanted to ride his bike
home – and I agreed. He will be 13 soon,
and he is a careful child. I have to trust he can handle himself. I had ridden my bike to Trinity in 4th
grade (about 3 miles, each way), I would walk from Trinity to my piano teacher
or ballet school. Granted, it was
Midland in the 80s, but still. A big
instigator of overprotective parents is the media. Suddenly, everyone is a pedophile or child
molester. I admit, I know who is in my
area , I’m very aware of the sex-trafficking industry and Sacramento’s
high-ranking on this horrid list, but I can’t keep my kids locked away because
of something like that. I talk openly
with my kids about predators and what to keep an eye out for. Kids who are sucked into the sex-trafficking industry
are usually the troubled kids: runaways, foster kids…the kids I want to work
with.
My Maggie is a mess.
She looks horrible, she feels warm (though no fever). She was asleep when Ethan and I got home –
still in my bed (lawdamighty, I hope I don’t catch whatever she has). I also have a boy who sounds like a moose
with his coughing. Oh, man…
Today has been an interesting day. An interesting day, indeed. Did a few things I’ve never done before…. Took
a walk on the wild side and I’m glad I had my sister to talk to about it. So strange.
Early to bed to keep this body rested.
<3
Picture: The juicer and honey that I used to make syrup with.
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