If you're a bird, I'm a bird

It's weird. We were at school on that Tuesday (October 4) and I told my students that we were having Wacky Wednesday the next day and I was bringing a jar of pickles for all the students that had great behavior that day. I'm sure they had forgotten, but I didn't forget. I picked up a jar of pickles at Piggly Wiggly to take to school. After school that Tuesday I was conferencing with our reading instructional coach when our administrator came on the intercom to tell us we didn't have school for the next three days. She and I discussed when we would evacuate because our husbands probably still had to work. My teammate brought me some papers to hand out as I was packing my bags. I left them lying on the table and said, "If the wind doesn't blow them away, then they will be sitting there when I get back." The rest of my team was like, "I don't know what to do. I feel scattered. Should I start planning for next week or just go ahead and leave?" ...

"We’ll start here: a semi-colon is a place in a sentence where the author has the decision to stop with a period, but chooses not to. A semi-colon is a reminder to pause and then keep going."  I've struggled with depression on several occasions throughout my life. My counselor says I have reoccurring depression. I have been receiving out-patient services for 6 months and taking an antidepressant. Both have helped tremendously. When I heard about The Semicolon Project , I could not help being moved and making a connection with the movement. Now I want a tattoo.  Henna design that she simplified for the comma So I am going to form a semicolon using a mandala and some henna designs using brown ink as a permanent henna. I'm wanting it on my hand. I think it will be a design I love and a constant reminder of where I was and what a wonderful place I am in now.  I made an appointment on Tuesday, July 21 from 2:00-3:00pm at Yes, It Hurts...

I have been going to counseling once a week since December 29 for my adjustment disorder. I meet with a psychiatrist in the evenings at 7:30pm on Lady's Island. She works at Coastal Empire Mental Health during the day and does individual counseling at night and weekends. I was referred to her from the hospital because she is in network for my insurance. She has a cozy little office with dim lighting and upholstered chairs. I sit on the couch with a bottle of water or cup of decaf coffee brought from home. I enjoy my meetings with her; the one-on-one conversation. Reflection is good for me. We talked about blogging/writing a few weeks back. This blog, 'If your a bird, I'm a bird' is so important to me and important for me. I write to get thoughts out of my mind. Sharing verbally with people doesn't come as easily. I'll share thoughts and feelings with my husband and with my counselor, but not with too many other people. It bothers me less for strangers to rea...

My frustration with watching the kids at home 12+ hours a day and being unemployed since June had taken a toll on me. The kids were going to school part and full-time over the summer and up until October 31. For the last month and a half, I had both kids home all day. My temper, patience, and boredom were reaching an all time high. Having a second was like having 10 to us. When people talk about wanting kids or a second, inside I yell, "Don't do it!"   I know it is just a matter of perspective and capability. For Joe and I, we struggle regularly to survive and work cohesively. Everyday is a battle. What to eat, which bathroom to potty in, stool or no stool, lights and fan, door open or closed, what shirt/pants/socks/shoes, what cup to drink out of, brush teeth or not, which paste/brush to use, what snacks/lunch/dinner to eat, which car seat to sit in, water or milk to drink, which movie to watch, bath or not, bubbles or not, which toys to play/share, which route to...