Today was not an easy day.
For me, the worst I had to face was too many unruly seventh graders stacked into my fifth period class because ... reasons. At least, that was the worst I had to face for myself, and I was cheered up considerably by the round of applause my 8th-graders gave me after my pointed speech about Newton's laws of motion and their application to chairs that have fallen over.
After school, though, I found out that DS2's field trip was cut short because ... reasons, and that was disappointing. DD came home crestfallen this evening over an incident at her work, and then DS1 called from campus feeling frustrated by the attempts at indoctrination he's surviving in his required diversity classes.
Easter wasn't even two weeks ago and it feels like it was last year. I know I need attitude adjustment but it's hard when it's the offspring who are troubled. I'm better at reminding myself that all things are temporary. Certainly nothing life-altering happened today, and that's good, but I still wish I could fix all their problems with a hug and a little reassurance. You think - I thought - when you become a parent, oh, it will be so much easier when they're out of diapers, only to realize there's new mischief for them to get into. Later you think, it'll be so much easier when they're in school or when they're out of the house... but it never gets easier to listen to my children be sad or frustrated or upset.
(I suppose the antibiotic is working, but whenever my NSAID wears off, my entire face fills up with mucus. It's the weirdest thing. I still don't feel well. I'm in one of those moods (modes?) when I wonder if I will ever feel well, again.)