Today has been a long day. So, let’s talk about our feelings, shall we??
#ohlord
I am feeling:
- Frustrated
- I just feel like I cannot do anything right. I thought today’s lesson, moving from the conceptual ideas on how to divide fractions to the standard algorithm would work well. I was sadly mistaken. Mistaken to the point where we went into my reading time, which means my schedule was screwed. This just adds to that feeling of letting my grade partner and our PLC leader down on a daily basis.
- Angry
- We played another game that we should have won, this time, we had clock issues. My wife got really angry with the timekeeper (a teenager) because they kept running the clock before the ball got passed in. Someone on their bench told her to “chill” because the timekeeper “didn’t understand what they were doing”. Wait, what? If they don’t understand, WHY ARE THEY THERE? Yes, we should have made the 18 layups and bunny shots we missed, but for the game to be tainted by some middle school student? Ugh.
- Sad
- This season is just not going anywhere the way I thought it would. I just don’t know what to do at this point and it makes me wonder if the kids and the sport has passed me by. Just like another blog I’ve written, a good night sleep will do me good, but damn it, can we catch a break, please?
- Tired
- I feel buried in work. I wanted to learn Spanish but haven’t put the time in for it. I wanted to do well with our new math curriculum but it’s been eating us alive. I wanted to be a good husband and father but feel like I’m failing there too. I really wanted our season to go well for our girls. We’ve really grown to enjoy our 8th graders. They are sassy, yet, really good people. I wish we could do something, but it’s out of our control.
Now, of course, I should feel grateful that my Christmas tree and Christmas lights are up, that we’ve already got presents under the tree, and that our garden produced enough for us to have salsa, corn, spaghetti sauce, and peppers for months. And don’t get me wrong, I am. I am grateful for many of those things and more, but I’m 53 years old. Shouldn’t I have some of my sh*t together?
I get how Charlie Brown feels in A Charlie Bronw Christmas. I just don’t have Linus to talk me through things! π
So, how are you feeling? π


December 11, 2024 at 12:31 am
Boo, rough day. I hope tomorrow is better.
Just like you, when I’m feeling that way, I probably need to sleep or eat or both. I can’t speak to being 53 and having your life together since I’m not there (53) yet. But! My mom always says she’s STILL figuring things out, so I hope that gives some comfort, cold that it may be.