Good Saturday morning, all.
This is my officially first post of the new year, and I think I am slowly getting into a place where I can start writing again, one thing that I have read being something called Shitty First Drafts being the reason of my wanting to write.
As for updates, I had a migraine yesterday, ear infection today, but have til Tuesday to get my life sorted out, so its not terrible. I am getting ready to write my first big piece in my accelerated English class, and am kind of nervous because my teacher doesn’t grade every day, which is understandable, he has kids. Still, I don’t think 3 assigned papers in one day should sit for a couple days.
I’m very excited to be writing again, and think that I will be getting better with the class I am in. I will be posting twice, maybe 3 times a week, depending on how I feel, for now. When I am on break in March I might try for daily until school starts again.
Today, I am thankful for the nature. Outdoors are so important, and such a great, amazing thing to me. We live in a beautiful world that is taken for granted, and I think everyone needs more outside time. It helps with depression, calms people down. Best memories are made when people are outdoors.
One of my best memories is sitting outside, around a bonfire with a martini or some other type of drink. Bonfires are maybe one of my favorite things ever.
I feel like the biggest issue with outside is that in the summer, there’s sun, and the sun can burn and blister your skin. However, with enough protection for your skin, I think it’s a great thing to go out and learn something. Learn to pitch a tent, fish, something.
November 13th: I am thankful for electricity today. If it wasn’t for electric, my mother-in-law wouldn’t be able to breathe, and I wouldn’t be able to play games to escape from reality sometimes. It also helps to entertain my son when I need that 5 minutes to clean, cook, or do homework. Honestly, if we didn’t have electric we would probably find different ways to entertain ourselves and our children, but with this day and age and only minutes at a time, electric is the real MVP here.
November 14th: I am thankful for games. Honestly. I am not a violent person, and usually I am calm and level headed. If not, however, I do enjoy picking up the occasional game so that I can get anger/anxiety or even depression I may be feeling out a bit, so that I can go back to thinking well.
I’m sorry for not letting you guys know, but I will be either writing something very simple or not writing at all on the weekends. I am deciding to take weekends for my family, unless there’s something huge.
I am thankful today for food. Rather, the ability to buy and prepare healthy foods.
I know that there’s a lot of places that are actual food deserts, and the loss of honey bees doesn’t help, because now there might be a possible drop in food production in the future. (don’t roast me if there is and I don’t know. I don’t follow that type of thing unless its right there in my face or something. I tend not to find trouble unless it comes to me.) This all being said, I am very thankful that we currently have the ability to purchase food that is nutritious for us and our bodies.
Today, I am thankful for jobs, which gives my husband and one day I, the ability to provide for our family. If it wasn’t for having a job, my husband wouldn’t be able to provide for us while I go to school. Don’t get me wrong, I have had a job, several of them, which is why to my husband, it’s kind of my turn to succeed in school and be able to get a degree so I might be able to bring in an income. Granted, its only going to be childhood education, teaching preschoolers, at $11 an hour for even 4 hours a day for 4 days a week equals out to about almost $200 weekly. At least here I will be able to make sure we can meet all of our bills, will must husband also bringing this in. I want us to be able to be comfortable, if anything. So yes, thankful for jobs.
I am thankful for colors we get to have. Think about it, in a way, there’s thousands and thousands of colors we, the people of Earth, get to have. How amazing is that? I feel like we all use black and white so much, that we forget about all the other colors we have at our finger tips are. The world might be a better place if we gave everyone their own paint brushes and told them to paint to their hearts desire. Colors can make people the most passionate, loving creatures that they truly are.
I for one absolutely love colors, mainly pinks, purples, and blues, but we are unable to pain our apartment because of laws or rules, I guess the law of the complex or whatever, which I think is dumb considering we should have every right to paint and they can just paint white over that. Then again, now thinking about that, I can imagine it looking like someone’s fingernails after the 100 nail polish coat challenge.
“Are you in a hurry? Can you stay after class?”
These are the words a parent never wants to hear when picking their child up from class. It sticks to your heart and makes you wonder what happened. Did he say something? Was it the way his daddy dressed him this morning? These never-ending questions keep zooming through your head, into your soul.
This is what happened yesterday when I picked up Baby Chewy. Come to find out he almost got sent home because he made the choice to not listen, made the choice to hurt and upset friends, and made the choice to get into peoples’ faces. No, I didn’t teach him to do this, and it is absolutely behavior that is unacceptable.
“Redirect their attention,” others say, when you ask how to deal with a child who is misbehaving. When it really comes down to it though, sometimes that doesn’t work. All children are different, and yesterday mine proved he was smarter than to fall for a redirection, because he tried to redirect his teacher from the topic at hand.
I feel this is stuff that needs to be shown to light, and one of the reasons that I started writing. This is the stuff that parents will keep quiet because “no one else’s child does this” and “there must be something wrong with mine.” If we keep quiet, though, those people that need reassurance and need to know what to do or what might work, won’t know where to go.
Baby Chewy will always be my love. Always, and I will be here to support him in any way I can. His evaluation is soon, and I couldn’t be more happy that there might be someone who has some sort of answer, some sort of way for us to help our child who seems to be struggling along a bit. I always thought it would be easy.