March 04, 2007
the silence of denial

It's been a horrifying week, and an equally awful weekend. Let me just say that no one is dead, no one is injured, and no one (else) is divorced. There were no occult occurrences and no natural disasters wreaking a preternatural vengeance on those I love. I have suffered no financial losses. I have broken no bones, no vows and no resolutions. So?

It's the gaw-damned kids, of course. On Tuesday a kid made a comment about shooting up my church. On Wednesday another kid called me ignorant and refused to go to the office when directed (VP's had to come and escort him out). That same day, that same class, another kid tried to intimidate me for no fixed reason. I've had 2 bus cancellation days in a row, but have had to show up & teach on both because we're not a bussed school. On Tuesday I took a projector to my chalet and now it can't be reconnected to the school equipment.

I've had a headache for most of the time since I wrote last. Water leaked into my boots on Friday and turned my feet into red, sore, painful trials.

This weekend the Boy & I had a cataclysmic argument that went 30 hours before resolution was reached. Most of my Saturday was spent crying, questioning and waiting in frozen silence. Today the Boy has napped for more than 4 ½ hours and the Blake is on target to go to bed sometime tomorrow morning. I've ripped up a sock twice in 24 hours.

There have only been a few good things in the past few days:

You know, that's way more than a few. I should really learn to count my blessings more often, except that I don't think I can count that high.

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