So, I had a great idea for a blog post yesterday. It was something about rain and how it cleans our brains and there is nothing like an amazing summer thunderstorm.
The theme of the rain was supposed to coincide with anxiety and letting go and how I've found relief in a tutorial from Fran's blog about lettering and isn't it a little strange to find (compulsive) repetitive motion a way to let my mind wander.
That was before I was thrown into what I call the end of summer, which for me is like, oh, I don't know...torment.
Instead, I'll ramble in a true fashion and show you pretty pictures.
Bus pick up time for the new transitional program Brenna is entering at our local high school:
Wake up time for mom?
Now, I like to think of myself as a morning person. But this is not true and has been reinforced all through out my day today.
We find out that the real bus pick up time
is somewhere around 7:00
Many thanks to the bus driver for changing what she had told in the beginning and then not telling me later. Many. Many thanks.
List of anxious thoughts for mom-
(which lead to liking repetitive and small motions in art and lettering)
waking up early and havoc it will wreak on Brenna
learning job skills
waking up early and the havoc it will wreak on Brenna
juggling early morning wake ups and doctor appts., and night time activities, which apparently now will be non-existent.
hoping that this program will do what it says it will do and teach my child life skills and job skills.
Anxious thoughts for Brenna:
She came home today full of smiles and excitement over lots of activities at school and promptly snapped my head off.
See above for list for life skills and wreaking havoc.
I'm sure by next week I will have found that whining does no good, be fully in the groove of a new season and actually rejoicing at the early wake up time and HOW MUCH I CAN GET DONE DURING THE DAY!!!
I'm sure by next week, I'll have so much art work done, it will astound you. And me.
By next week, Brenna will have a job at Trader Joe's. Or the movie theater, and on top of that she won't be snapping my head off when she comes in the door.
Until then, I'm going to bed at 4:00 in the afternoon.
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