Last week, we were all horribly sick. One by one. Tommy was sick all weekend, then it got really bad by Wednesday so we ended up at Urgent Care with a little boy with an ear infection. Tommy doesn't do well with doctors he doesn't know ever since his stay in the hospital, so I ended up pinning him down on the table so she could look in his ears. It was miserable for both of us. Thursday morning, I woke up so sick that I could hardly get out of bed. Th ursday afternoon, Luke was in tears because his ears hurt so badly, so Friday morning, it was back to Urgent Care (the boys' pediatrician was booked solid all week). A sinus infection for me, ear infection for Luke, and pink eye for both of us. $70 later (yes, $70. AFTER insurance), we were loaded up with prescriptions and on our way home to rest. Of course, Shane came home that evening with--you guessed it--an ear ache and pink eye. Of course, he claims he doesn't need to see a doctor, so he's sharing MY eye drops and wandering around saying HUH? because he can't hear out of his ears. In case you're wondering, it IS just as annoying as it sounds.
Saturday, Luke, Shane and I moped around miserably while Tommy, four days into his medicine, destroyed the house knocking over an breaking multiple objects. My house may never recover. Sunday, I auditioned for Listen To Your Mother (no fancy hyperlink because I'm typing this on my phone arms around an almost sleeping Tommy: http://www.listentoyourmothershow.com/). My voice was almost fully recovered though I felt out of breath maybe from the sickness but maybe also from the awesomeness of telling my story out loud when I usually only write or mostly often just think it in my head.
Then today I went to school and drank caffeine for the first time in six days, which caused me to be the most fidgety person ever. And it was work, where I struggled and stressed and fretted and worried and all those work things which are never very fun but are the life of a teacher. It's funny that despite my blog title, I never talk about that very much. It's hard. It's rewarding. It's scary. I POUR MY HEART INTO IT. I can't imagine any other job in the world for me, but also sometimes it feels like a shoe that's a half-size too small.
Saturday, Luke, Shane and I moped around miserably while Tommy, four days into his medicine, destroyed the house knocking over an breaking multiple objects. My house may never recover. Sunday, I auditioned for Listen To Your Mother (no fancy hyperlink because I'm typing this on my phone arms around an almost sleeping Tommy: http://www.listentoyourmothershow.com/). My voice was almost fully recovered though I felt out of breath maybe from the sickness but maybe also from the awesomeness of telling my story out loud when I usually only write or mostly often just think it in my head.
Then today I went to school and drank caffeine for the first time in six days, which caused me to be the most fidgety person ever. And it was work, where I struggled and stressed and fretted and worried and all those work things which are never very fun but are the life of a teacher. It's funny that despite my blog title, I never talk about that very much. It's hard. It's rewarding. It's scary. I POUR MY HEART INTO IT. I can't imagine any other job in the world for me, but also sometimes it feels like a shoe that's a half-size too small.
7 comments:
very few things are more difficult for a mom than to care for sick kids when she herself is sick too. I felt your pain. Glad you're feeling better.
ok. seriously, i HATE that you all were so sick. but, i might need you to read me your first paragraph out loud sometime. because i'm totally in bed with a quiet house and i'm GIGGLING out loud just imagining you saying it.
love you. glad you're all on the mend. i'm so thankful you're a teacher and that they have you....i wish it were so much different for all you great teachers, though.
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Ick, ick, ick. I'm so sorry you were all sick.
And I have the utmost respect for anyone who works with kids every day. On behalf of the parents of your kids THANK YOU FOR WHAT YOU DO!
I hope your audition went well! Sounds like it was amazing to just do it, regardless of the outcome.
Teaching IS so hard, so rewarding, so scary - so much. I can't imagine any other job for me either, anything I would want to pour so much of myself into. Yet with the way my state keeps coming after us (though they aren't the worst out there) - who's going to want this job anymore? And how will that be good for our kids? Sigh.
Is tomorrow still yoga pants Wednesday? because that little bit of non-work clothes is so worth it.
I just read this post. I'm SO GLAD I did. I feel similarly about teaching. It seems every other day I want to quit (and I subject those who I trust-and sometimes my blog readers) to my nearly constant flip-flopping. It IS hard work, but it GREAT work, isn't it?
I'm so encouraged to read someone else saying this. I just don't hear it that often and thought I just might be crazy (which still might be true, but...)
Anyway. Thank you.
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