I tell you, this middle aged thing is not for wimps. My son moved out again over the weekend, my house is a mess, I've got to work, my daughter's sick, my aunt called and wanted to talk to me about how much worse my mom's Alzheimer's disease is getting (leaving me in tears, again), I need to do lesson planning and we need to start school today. It's not even 10:30 a.m. people.
I'm just going to do one thing at a time.
First, I'm going to eat a chocolate cupcake for breakfast. Another thing about middle aged-ness is that no one can stop me from doing that.
Then, I'm going to work for a while and while things are transmitting and downloading, I'm going to work on the lesson plans/list.
The kids will get up pretty soon and I will, at the very least, get them to do chores today and get going on how they want to structure their school work. My daughter being sick will kind of put a different spin on the first day of school. Sigh.
Later on, I will go over to mom's house and try and deal with her mail/bills, etc. that my aunt is all worried about, call my brother, do a bit of agonzing over what to do about my mom and when I come home, I am going to watch the funniest thing on TV I can find.
Over the weekend, we watched the Cosby Show episode where Cliff is dreaming that he and all of his sons in laws are pregnant. That is so hilarious. A little hilarity goes a long way.