Sunday, August 23, 2020
My son is back at college after being with us for five months, and I miss his conversation, YouTube videos, and presence. The house is too quiet. We came back yesterday after taking him to school and did not leave for dinner. We did the scrounge around trick. I had ramen noodles with chicken, and my husband ate cold cereal.
Mama will undergo another surgery tomorrow, and then she begins her treatment to fight against The Enemy. She remains upbeat in spirit but gets tired more easily. I will go and visit her post-op once I know she's at home and able to receive company. I love to look into her eyes in person, not on a Face Time call. It's not the same.
Work means teach online for six class periods a day right now. Technology has sent us home three of the six days we've had school. Glitches are stressors. Trying to rethink my lessons so that way a child can complete them with or without me directing them is a paradigm shift.
I just feel pulled in my personal and professional life. One day at a time, and sometimes one hour at a time. . .