I’m having a, “I CAN’T KEEP CALM, I’M A TEACHER AND SEPTEMBER STARTS TOMORROW!” sort of moment. It’s been a hell of a week, this week of constant meetings and … Continue reading Staying present.
Tag: dealing with feelings
Linchpin.
You have to get used to the fact that there are going to be people who don’t like you. That stern thought slapped me in the face inside my head, … Continue reading Linchpin.
The Frog Prince…with a twist.
(I know, I just posted recently about frogs already; I assure you, the proximity of these posts is purely coincidental.) “Mom, I see a frog up there!” my daughter cried … Continue reading The Frog Prince…with a twist.
Noses and feet.
Last night at dinnertime, my kid had an emotional outburst because — horror of horrors — her fish sticks would not stay on her fork. My advice to pick them … Continue reading Noses and feet.
Eat the frog.
(*No frogs were harmed in the writing of this blog post.*) In my most recent therapy session, I was lamenting to my therapist the list of chores I needed to … Continue reading Eat the frog.
For better or worse.
Seven years. I’ve been seeing my therapist for seven years. Actually it’s officially seven years this month. (Cheers, doc!) (I actually never call her that, but in the interest of … Continue reading For better or worse.
Covering the bases.
I’ve been having a difficult day, emotionally. Just short-tempered. Grouchy. Wanting to be left alone for the most part (not an option when it’s a day with my kid since … Continue reading Covering the bases.
Space invaders. (TW: sexual abuse)
Mad. So much mad. Every version of me, from neglected child me to abused teen me to gaslit young adult me to present-day wide awake me, are all white-hot mad. … Continue reading Space invaders. (TW: sexual abuse)
Mom Olympics.
Last weekend I went through about a dozen huge tote bins full of every single stitch of clothing my daughter has ever worn. I never got rid of a thing, … Continue reading Mom Olympics.
Quasimodo.
Today was one of those days where I felt short-tempered and irritable and emotionally wrung out. I was bitchy at others when I knew that the real source of my … Continue reading Quasimodo.
Journeys in the Dark 