Crazy morning. I hate drama. Drama-drama-drama. I had to google a theory which I've held for a few decades now. Emotions are contagious. Are they? Why? Can't we be more...you know,... unique? (lol)
'The Washington Post' ( http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2006/05/29/AR2006052900757.html ) has an excellent, intriguing article on this very topic. What made me finally decide to tickle google's fancy with another click?
I keep my grand-daughter after school. Anyone who has watched over children for a length of time realizes that communication skills are somewhat confusing from them. What happens when they are away from you, conveyed in their own language to you can leave a lot to be desired. (Sanity for one;)
Briana's 2nd grade teacher is absent quite a bit. She is a seasoned teacher with many years of experience under her belt and the age to prove it. Her husband has been in and out of the hospital with various problems to which she must be present for. (I would too*) We hear about how upsetting 'her home' is from Briana all the time. Meaning she must talk about it to the class just as much. (Out of the mouth of babes, Briana is tired of hearing about it.)
The class is also much smaller than mine or my daughters ever were. 17 students. I've always said that school bus drivers and teachers get my vote, as I find it difficult caring for ONE at times. Always have.
This morning we find among Bri's papers a memographed note stating that an extensive work which makes up most of the children's grade is due. Nothing else comes with this note, other than an explanation of a writing about home life and the mention of a spiral bound book. Where's this spiral bound book? (15 minutes to bus time and nerves are starting to edge up.)
I'm cooking breakfast for everyone and putting a hot/cold lunch together for Bri. It is half-day...meaning I drive to pick her up in just a few hours, then Christmas vacation begins. The teacher was out again yesterday, and today also. (More surgery.)
Now a slight digression. My daughter is an Aries/Tiger. To be precise...she is a redneck. ;)
Back on topic. 'Mom's...blood pressure is climbing. She has already written a note to the teacher and received NO response. The conversation around the table includes calling the principle, the TV station and school board. (Did I mention that I don't like drama?)
I am the 'new ager' in the group. (An irritant pacifist to most.) I try earnestly to be politically correct while supporting everyone's right's, the people in the military, all religious views be they mine or other-wise, ya-de-ya-de-ya-da. Ever make a tiger angry? Not a pretty sight.
I mentioned something about being cautious with ones energy and remembering that all things affect everything, and included 'karma' in the attempt to calm.
Drawing a nub back I vowed not to be angry, and did not allow a nano-second of the emotion to touch me. (Yet)...I looked suspiciously around the kitchen knowing full well that a dark cloud had been deposited much like a nuclear fall out cloud right where I live. I went with everyone to get children on the bus with lunch in hand...mommy's and daddy's off to work, and returned to my parents home to clean up the morning mess. While doing so I must check my blood sugar before eating. I have not 1, but 2 new machine's and kits to choose from THIS morning.
I pull out box # 1 and assemble the supplies. Hmmm...funny. No sticks to put my blood on.
That's okay, because I have TWO kits. (Smiling to myself.) Put up #1 items and pull out #2's.
No battery. That's cool too...just take the battery out of my old kit I've been using and put it in the new one. Okay...now...sugar sticks. (I know they're here some where.) Sugar sticks.
I can NOT belive this. ... Everyone has had breakfast except for me...I have NO more money to even BUY sugar sticks to CHECK my *@#*$(%^&@ sugar till the 3rd of next month and these kit's that have everything have NO SUGAR STICKS!!!!! Breathe.... Stop... let go...
Damn nuclear fall out.
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