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Wake me up in 2007 November 21, 2006

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Good lord this is a crazy time of year. Parent-teacher conferences last week, minimum days for the kids last week AND this week, and frantic, stressed-out students are kicking my butt. Plus, I know that I won’t actually die if I have to sign one more homework sheet or create a “Family Turkey Project” with one of the kids, but it FEELS like I might. Writing down every. single. page. we read together is seriously fraying my nerves, too. So yeah, I’m stressing, and somehow knowing that the semester will end in a few weeks isn’t helping tonight.

My grandmother is moving into a new place right now, a much smaller house than her old one. It’s the right thing for her to do right now, but Thanksgiving with our thirtysomething family members (that’s numbers, not ages) is going to be crowded. If it doesn’t work, we’re going to have to move to separate gatherings, I think, which I don’t want to do. Life seems to be moving on and changing, and you KNOW I hate that.

Gone private November 14, 2006

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I’ve made the blog private for now, as I wasn’t writing during this intense awareness of the world’s eyes judging all mamas, including me, so harshly that has hit in the past few months. I’ve stopped writing almost entirely, partly because I’ve lost some of the childcare I had when Josie was in full-time daycare, but also because the initial euphoria of finding people who have the same concerns and interests as I do has worn off. Now I’m more aware of the freaky and often mean people out there who like to read and rant and judge.

So, enough about them. Reading “hope is the thing with feathers” with one of my classes right now is bringing me back to poetry. Seeing the obvious seems necessary right now, because what used to be obvious–be hopeful, comparisons are odious, etc.–isn’t at the moment.