I’ve been in Warrior Mom mode since yesterday, sending emails to the school, rapid-fire (pew, pew, pew!), making phone calls to the county social services department to make sense of the mailings they sent in the wrong order, spending over an hour to modify an assignment for The Boy to do last night, and making an executive decision to skip Tuba practice as he fell asleep while doing said assignment.
And then the special soup I bought for dinner was gross, so I basically had cheese and crackers for my evening meal. And I had to wait for the boys to use the microwave for their own dinners, and mine was last and turned out to be yucky anyway.
And the ex emailed with more promises to call later this week (yeah, right).
And then the cop directing traffic this morning looked at me funny…
and I burst into tears.
I sent another email this morning, and had planned to do some medical legwork since I didn’t get anyone from the county to answer my questions yesterday. But I’m thinking I may just not.
I may just take a day to not fight the world.
I may do some yoga, may attempt to draw some more Zentangles.
I think I need to heed my own tears, spend some time in the sun, stop communicating with the sources of my frustrations, breathe, cry if necessary, but slow down and take a day with no anger or fear guiding my actions.
Sounds good, doesn’t it?