We have a paper chain in my classroom with a link for every day before the four-day Memorial Day weekend. We put it up when we returned from spring break, which was the last week of March. It was the longest chain EVER. There will be only 3 links left tomorrow, thank all that is good in the world.
This is not to say that we don't love our jobs, it's just that autocorrect has it right and we are LIVING our jobs. And we are EXHAUSTED. I feel like so many vegetables sucked juiceless by Bunnicula.
So I'm still here, I just get home after school and I feel completely depleted, and either read or lie facedown on the couch, after Pilates (which makes me feel better once I'm doing it). I can't seem to open the computer once I get home. And on the weekends, when I don't have a migraine or other such ilk triggered by stress, I want to be outside.
Outside, gardening or hanging out in our camp area at the back of our property, my anxiety melts away. I don't have flutters. I don't feel the weight of all I'm carrying.
I'll be back more regularly soon. It's got to wind down sooner than later.
|A deer friend who came by while I sat by the fire|
|The trail Bryce made us for our anniversary that's now woodchipped and glorious|
|Cooking an omelet over the fire|
|Bryce tending the fire|
|New shade garden area pre-mulch|
|Brunnera, carpet phlox, bleeding hearts|
|Upper part of the birdbath garden, really needs mulch|