So last week was interesting.
My 5 year old decided on his first day of school that he was done and going home. He was tired and not interested in doing what he was told to do. He threatened to burn the school down and left. No one was happy that day. Not me, not his dad, not his teacher or principal, and not his class; and certainly not him. First day and we're called into the principal's office. Sigh.
This set a pattern for a crappy day.
I was late for class, and my equilibrium was thrown for the entire day. Could not shake this pattern to save my life.
And I was angry. Angry at him, at the teachers, angry at his dad and angry at me. What environment creates a five year old who threatens his school and teachers? What kind of mother does that?
Friday, September 27, 2013
Tuesday, September 17, 2013
How I got here(the abridged version)
I was stuck. Trapped even. In a marriage, on an acreage with my kids. Trapped into thinking that how’s I needed to live. It was a tightly wound life I was living. Slowly, and then with gathering speed, it began to unravel. I left my marriage.
I started to plan the next step. Trying to decipher how I was going to support my family. No real education and many years at home. Only a few years in the workforce.
I discovered the Professional Communications course at MacEwan. I was instantly drawn to it. How to do it though? I was stuck on this acreage which I couldn’t afford to leave, when suddenly that door opened as well. Last obstacle: how was I going to afford this? A new job solved that problem.
And so here I am. I’m a mature student. I have children. I’m hoping to have a part-time job. I have a house. All of these things require my time, energy and attention. This blog will document my life as I play all these roles. I will try to be honest, but here are somethings I will not share here. This is for posterity. For future me. For my children. I will fall, I’ll include these falls. I hope there will be more success though than fails.
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