Yesterday I felt like a tiny crack was forming in my shell. I had been in the car, running, running, going, going. Fret and worry. This and that. Move, move, move. Go! Go! Go! Hurry. All day.
I got to class and just sat in the car for maybe a minute but then I had more go to go get to so off I went. I sat in class and waited for a test. Thankfully my teacher made it a take home test that won't be due till next Thursday. Phew.
The lecture was about the role of parents in the life of a disabled child. She came to me and asked if I could give some insight. Which I did and maybe I said too much. Imagine that?

Never have I been in a class and not connected with anyone as I have in that class. Gazes that fall away from me. I have no idea what the deal is. They are all very rude and disrespectful to our instructor and maybe I give off a vibe that I just don't dig that. Most of them are educators or future educators and I have to say that really worries me. Big loud yawns in class when they feel it's going on too long. Crunchy food eaten in class. Loud remarks. It kills me. As I sat there I started to feel the tiny crack of my shell form. Slowly. I could almost hear it.
I came home and the boys were trouble getting to sleep. Imagine that? It was almost midnight when I crashed into bed.

I shall rest this weekend. Well rest and do homework and that test. Next weekend is busy but fun busy and boy do I need that.
I need to repair this crack.