Some Random Things

I really despise that they start showing previews of my fave shows.. a month before the show actually comes back. Don't tease me like that. I know I have to wait. How about 2 weeks... or even 3. It's way to much to have so suffer through 5-6 weeks. Give me a break already! And c'mon.. why are we doing the show shuffle? You can't slate two of my favorite shows against each other in the same time slot. What's up with that? Grey's and CSI on at the same time? I don't have for catch up TV watching. I'm already getting ready to give up my 10:00 shows.. or figure out how I can watch them week to week.. or something. ARGGGHHH. Too much to think about. Or maybe I should give up TV. No.. nope. Not going to happen.


Soccer starts this week. I love to watch my daughter play soccer. I love how hard she tries and how she puts her heart and soul into it. When she started she had never played, and at the first scrimmage to divvy up the kids into teams she took a ball in the mouth. Blood, fat lip the whole thing. And so she had a bit of fear of the ball for the first season. She has worked through that. She has gotten so much better over the past few years. Soccer is her "thing" and I support her 100%. I don't mind sitting next to DH during practice and working on stuff for school, or knitting. I don't mind the games, even if some of the people irk me to no damn end. I don't even mind how effing long picture day takes. What I hate.. is the bleachers. I hate the bleachers. They are hard. They are cold. They get wet during the night and make early Saturday morning games miserable. They get cold when the temperatures drop and sitting on them because unbearable. They make my back hurt. So this year, I'm bringing my camp chair. Heck with that.

Things on the job front are stressful. I don't foresee this changing, and that makes me sad. I don't like waking up each day and dreading going to work. No one should have to feel that way. At the end of the day I am emotionally and physically exhausted. I feel like I exert so much energy all day long, just trying to get my student to the end of the day ... that by the time I get home I have nothing left for my kids and The Boy. This is only the second week of school. We haven't had our first full week yet, and there are 175 days left. I feel like I should make one of Abby's paper clip chains, and hang it near my desk and not tell anyone why it's there. I know PMS isn't helping this any... but my heart feels heavy and my mood dark and grey.

However, I am a few rounds away from starting the toe on my sock. My first completed pair. Some day we'll finish the 2nd sock of the first pair and I will show you why I gave up on it. Not given up exactly.. just put aside for now. I don't know when I'll get to wear my first pair of socks. That will depend on my stupid ankle getting better. I don't know why I thought 3 weeks was the magic number... but I guess it wasn't. And going up and down the stairs all day at school isn't helping. But when I can finally take off the air cast and wear something other than my sneakers.. I'll be celebrating by wearing MY socks to school. I can't wait.