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Today was… a lot.

Where do I start?

I guess the beginning would be a good place.

I woke up with an aching back. I also woke up pretty anxious. I was thinking about how I needed to finish getting the kids’ passports. Random as is seems, the thought first entered my mind yesterday after a virtual chat with two of my cousins where we were basically discussing contingency plans if shit goes left after this election. Where would we go? How would we get there?

Emergency bags.

Firearms.

Gun ranges.

We basically were in the preliminary stages of our “Aight… Imma head out.” plan! But what exactly would we be escaping? You mean other than an unjust justice system that continuously allows the murdering of innocent black people? Or perhaps it would have something to do with last night’s Presidential debate. If you didn’t watch it, you read about it this morning. If neither occured, Google it.

Moving right along! This is the first week since school started that all three of my kids have an actual school schedule/classes. I realized that I underestimated how much involvment would be required from me this year. There is no schedule. There isn’t a virtual classroom setting. It’s me, them, their computers, a syllabus & my dry erase board. Oh and let’s not forget about my handy dandy marker. ; )

I am a ninth grade teacher.

I am a sixth grade teacher.

I am a fourth grade teacher.

I’m relearning (sometimes newly learning) and teaching at the same time. I had to chase down a book for Carter today that was mailed to the wrong address. It was mailed to a house I lived in 3 years ago. I called UPS yesterday, explained the situation and asked if I could just pick it up from the office. They said yes. The package was still deliveded to the original address. Guess what else?

You ready?

Sure?

The tenants actually signed for the package. That’s right. They signed for a package that was in my son’s name. Sigh. Long story short. All is well. Carter now has his book.

So fast forward to dinner time. I am looking for salmon that I purchased from Publix on Monday. It’s seafood. I have to cook it today, but…

I can’t find it.

Where is it?

My daughter tells me, “Mommy, you cooked the salmon already.” No way. I just bought this salmon. Am I losing my mind? Did I really forget that I’d cooked the salmon? Something tells me to walk outside to my truck and check to see if the kids just didn’t bring it in the house along with the other groceries. Afterall, they’ve done this before.

Ya’ll.

I open the tailgate of my truck…

flies, gnats and other flying things… swarm from my truck,

THEY. LEFT. MY. SALMON. IN. THE. TRUCK.

Bad news: I have nothing else planned for dinner and my truck reeks of bad seafood,

Good news: They can eat eat sandwiches and most important, I am not losing my mind after all.

Yesterday I wanted to cry. Today, I did. Twice. The night is still young. I think I’ve drunk enough water today (84.5 oz. to be exact) to give it another go.

Tomorrow is a new day.

4 Comments Add yours

  1. SeizeLife says:

    What a day for you!!! Sending positive energy with all of my intention!

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  2. Bree says:

    I am sending hugs your way Hun! It’s a lot, this is a lot! Good for you for putting your thoughts on paper – that/this always helps me. I trust you’re engaging in lots of HUGS, unplugging, and LAUGHTER! Love you!

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    1. I AM EBONY says:

      Thank you beautiful soul!!! It’s definitely… a lot. The weight comes in fluctuations and waves, but WE will get through these crazy times so that one day WE can write about what it’s like on the other side! Love you wifey!

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