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emptying the brain
Dec. 17th, 2013 11:44 pmI was trying to go to sleep last night, but instead my brain decided it was a good time to think about everything that needs to be done, and to worry about stuff that may or may not have been accomplished. Thank you brain. Because one in the morning is a good time to do that.
I let my blatherings out online, and I was immediately reminded that I have good family and friends who do show up when I wave my arms and go, "argle-bargle!" I hope I offer up the same kind of help/support when they are wound up.
I was calmed. I breathed. I remembered that things work out in some fashion or another, and while I can't fix/control every little fucking thing, I can say, "I am offering this one to the universe."
I slept. For awhile. Then I had to get up early and get Senor Onion off to school a bit earlier than usual. The entire school was going to a Panto. When you have fewer than 100 children, it makes it possible for the PTA to pay for most of it. Parents were asked to cough up a little bit of money but it paid for the coach, the show, AND ice cream. (or sweets for the kids who couldn't have ice cream.) Senor Onion said it was a lot of fun, and very silly. I believe that hits all the points for that kind of entertainment. I am still trying to wrap my head around the nature of Panto, and the British relationship to it. I am sure a million British people could "explain" it to me, but there is something there that I don't quite... get. But then I remember some other things about this country and I say, "ah... yes."
I packed and packed. Then packed some more. And then I made divinity. It is one of my Mom's favourite candies, and the weather was absolutely perfect this morning to make it happen. It looks pretty beautiful. I didn't have pecans but I did have a mix of pistachios and walnuts, so it has a slightly more... Persian influence.
I went running and that ate up some of the lingering anxiety. It was bright and clear out and I could litter the road with my thoughts. I came home and felt worn out in the best possible way. Afterwards I picked up Miss Biscuit from pre-school. She was suddenly filled with great sadness about not seeing her teacher for a couple of weeks. She stuck out her lower lip and was trying to be brave about it. What I love is that her teacher picked her up and gave her a great big hug and comforted her. That is something you don't see much anymore. I know that there are rules about student/teacher contact in many schools, and much of it makes sense for the sake of safety. But I absolutely love that when a kid is scared/upset, the teachers will hold the kids and make them feel safe. I feel good about this school because even as Miss Biscuit moves onto primary school next Fall, she will still see her preschool teacher (who often helps out with phonics with reception year kids, and often the reception year children will go over to the preschool to do activities.) and there isn't an end to the relationship. Kids are with the same teacher for a couple of years, and even after that, there is still contact. Everyone knows everyone very well.
I let my blatherings out online, and I was immediately reminded that I have good family and friends who do show up when I wave my arms and go, "argle-bargle!" I hope I offer up the same kind of help/support when they are wound up.
I was calmed. I breathed. I remembered that things work out in some fashion or another, and while I can't fix/control every little fucking thing, I can say, "I am offering this one to the universe."
I slept. For awhile. Then I had to get up early and get Senor Onion off to school a bit earlier than usual. The entire school was going to a Panto. When you have fewer than 100 children, it makes it possible for the PTA to pay for most of it. Parents were asked to cough up a little bit of money but it paid for the coach, the show, AND ice cream. (or sweets for the kids who couldn't have ice cream.) Senor Onion said it was a lot of fun, and very silly. I believe that hits all the points for that kind of entertainment. I am still trying to wrap my head around the nature of Panto, and the British relationship to it. I am sure a million British people could "explain" it to me, but there is something there that I don't quite... get. But then I remember some other things about this country and I say, "ah... yes."
I packed and packed. Then packed some more. And then I made divinity. It is one of my Mom's favourite candies, and the weather was absolutely perfect this morning to make it happen. It looks pretty beautiful. I didn't have pecans but I did have a mix of pistachios and walnuts, so it has a slightly more... Persian influence.
I went running and that ate up some of the lingering anxiety. It was bright and clear out and I could litter the road with my thoughts. I came home and felt worn out in the best possible way. Afterwards I picked up Miss Biscuit from pre-school. She was suddenly filled with great sadness about not seeing her teacher for a couple of weeks. She stuck out her lower lip and was trying to be brave about it. What I love is that her teacher picked her up and gave her a great big hug and comforted her. That is something you don't see much anymore. I know that there are rules about student/teacher contact in many schools, and much of it makes sense for the sake of safety. But I absolutely love that when a kid is scared/upset, the teachers will hold the kids and make them feel safe. I feel good about this school because even as Miss Biscuit moves onto primary school next Fall, she will still see her preschool teacher (who often helps out with phonics with reception year kids, and often the reception year children will go over to the preschool to do activities.) and there isn't an end to the relationship. Kids are with the same teacher for a couple of years, and even after that, there is still contact. Everyone knows everyone very well.
