I’m busy. I’m beyond busy. I come home and struggle with “do I crash on the couch or play (ha) with my children?” Generally the couch is winning out and my sweet children are playing around me. We are all handling the transition pretty well. Work has become a little bit more real. I’ve had my freak out (well the first one) and weathered it pretty well (actually I handled it so well I went out and bought iPhones…nothing like retail therapy!)
Chick has weathered daycare very well so far and the Rooster starts Kindergarten tomorrow. I am supposed to weep I think, but I’m not sure I will and that makes me wonder if something is wrong with me? I mean seriously, he’s going to be up the hall! The TA’s are calming down and seriously I have three students and three adults. Can you believe the odds? But what is most hilarious to me is explaining to someone what I do all day. It was funny when I taught deaf students (“bet that is a quiet job” ha ha) but now I have to explain that I have two wheelchair bound, non-verbal students who I basically am teaching to hit a switch or get some sort of engagement from and another one who is ambulatory and gives a bit more engagement than I would prefer (aka: she wanders and swats at things).
But you know what? I love it. Today I sat with my one sweet boy, said his name over and again, told him good morning and just chatted with him and (drum roll) he looked at me and smiled. That is the most he has engaged with something or someone in 2 days. And then there is my other sweet girl (who screams her head off when she is upset) but who can stare at you with these eyes that look like they carry the world in them. And she is fiesty. The other one is a mystery and one that the Lord truly placed in my life to remind me I need patience!