I'm feeling a little off this early morning. CB has a broken fever, hurrah, Baby Belle is teething or not happy about weaning, or really really hungry and so I have been up all night. Not only that, but I didn't eat much dinner last night and my stomach is hungry. I am tired of nursing, tired of nursing and tired. And hungry. And tired. So tired. And a little snappy at the small people.
I'm eating one piece of rye bread toast, one cup of herbal tea and half a cold piece of pizza. I feel much better.
I'm wearing my favorite black lounge pants, a long black sweater, gray tank and gray slippers. I have to go teach at noon. I may just stay in my cozy clothes.
I'm pondering lots of random things. My friend Katie from high school has a beautiful blog with lots of great photos and wonderful writing. She and I used to sing Indigo Girl covers for fun, we worked in the same place at different times, and she has dealt with way more loss in her life. I don't really know her anymore, but I feel connected to her through her writing. It's good to know the young woman I knew is still there- thriving, honest, and open about her life.
I'm also pondering home schooling. I have a child who would thrive in an alternative school setting. The hard part will be convincing her daddy that it's ok to stay home and learn. I say we should try for 1 year and see how it goes. Well? Continue. Not well? Parkside El is around the corner. But what is truly best for Cocopugs?
I am going to try for a little nap. Maybe I'll do a daybook again when I'm not so scattered.
