I’m writing this on one hour of sleep, so if I sound discombobulated, forgive me.
I have been bouncing on major highs and lows this week since Wednesday. One minute I’ll feel like I’m happy as I can be, the next I’ll feel like I’m going to break down and cry. If this is what rapid cycling is, then I am a goner.
The boys have been at each other’s throats all morning this morning. Actually, let me rephrase that: Kerry has been at Casey all morning because Casey’s not doing what Kerry wants. Oy. I have to bounce over to each boy to either soothe bruised feelings or to bruise a bottom with a spanking. (sorry, I spank. So sue me.)
I’m waiting on pins and needles to hear if I get a teaching job at the local university teaching English as a second language (what I’m certified in), and a class of study skills. I’m so close to finishing both of my Master’s degrees, the department chair hopes it will be a easy sell to the dean of the department to get me in to the job. Keep your fingers crossed, pray that this is the right thing for our family and that it’s in the Plan.
I’m wiped out. Physically and emotionally all the time. I am back at feeling like I’m on driving on empty.