I am finding it harder as the days go by. Missing our sweet boy! Dragging myself to teach each day is so difficult. It takes so much energy to pretend to be fine. I am quick to anger over minor things. When someone makes an unexpected request, I wonder how they can’t see that I am already drowning.
Then I think of a friend from Oklahoma and how we used to joke that we have to “keep swimming” when things get crazy. I want to go back to those days with my friends that I trust, a job I enjoyed, and my sweet son.
It sounds like I don’t like my current job, which isn’t true. It is challenging to be at a new school, new state, new rules, and most of the teachers are the age of my girls…even if this had been a normal year. With the sadness of the year, it is overwhelming.