First of all, if none of this makes any sense, you can blame lack of sleep and stress for it. (there, I'm off the hook!) Sunday evening, I went to bed about 9 for my early morning get up to work. Monday night, I crashed at 8:40, yet I'm still exhausted. Why, you ask? Well...
- Family: Mr. Stargazer is struggling with fatigue and not feeling great, as is my mom.(for different reasons) Thus, I'm trying to be here and yet there after work, just to check on the parental units. My dad is also having to carry a heavy load, so I worry about him also! Thankfully, he's a very handy guy who can cook, clean, and do laundry, plus he loves my mom totally, so there is no resentment about his increased workload, just thankfulness that she's home. Her pulse rate isn't staying up though; it's been mid-40s which has necessitated several calls to the cardiologist and much hand wringing from the whole family.
- Family x 2: My husband's half-brother(also a Stage 4 cancer patient) and his wife are coming into town this weekend from Montana. Much as we love them, it's just NOT a good time. It's especially awful because we are expected to host, as the only ones with a big enough house. (WTF?)My SIL talks about everyone coming over HERE for a game playing night, while I'm thinking, "Huh? Mr. Stargazer shouldn't be around that many people! And you mentioned your grandkids having the sniffles? They aren't welcome to come here if they do. And by the way, my mom has been in the hospital too." ARGGGHHH!
- School has been OK, but also upsetting. It started on Monday morning with an emergency staff meeting about one of our 2011 grads. As usual after a break, the students have been crappy(crabby and negative), as well as unmotivated. Then today, I heard about this, which made me very, very sad.
- In a moment of comic relief, at the staff meeting this morning(in front of a couple of students), one of our assistant principals, a churchy guy(no problem about that, but is he really that naive?) used this term. Everyone at my table looked at each awkwardly, laughed and then wondered if he really knew what it meant. And it turns out that he must not have, since he sent out an e-mail later to that effect. If a student had used that term in my class, I would have sent him/her down to the office with a referral. When I told my 83 year old dad about it, his reaction was, "OMG, really? What a bonehead!" Good play on words by my dad, right? And all of it did make me laugh, which was healthy!