SOL 21: spring break eve

It’s the end of the day. One child is in bed and the other is stalling with requests for the bathroom, her song, and just one more hug. I am emotionally exhausted. This last push before spring break has taken its toll on me. My house looks like a tornado went through it. G-man has discovered the joys of the Tupperware drawer and McK has every doll she’s ever played with on the floor.

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SOL 19: different

I teach students with multiple disabilities. Some are more complex than others. Today I was working with a 6th grader I’ll call Jessie. He’s a cool kid who uses a wheelchair to move about the building. Jessie has a lot to say but has difficulty actually saying it. You see, even though he is very vocal, his actual voice doesn’t work the same as yours or mine.

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SOL 17: Irish Eyes

Back in my younger days, I spent Parade Day…yes, capitalized like a holiday…running around the Southside wearing my Irish sweater and probably some sort of shamrock beads. I would be with a group of friends drinking…and throwing up…green beer. Using disgusting port-o-potties was a luxury because you usually copped-a-squat wherever you could. Meandering up and down Western Ave was a right of passage.

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SOL 15: so I had a day

Did you ever just have a day? When everything that could test your limits just blew right past them?

That was today.

Little man has been waking up at 4:00 AM all week. My alarm goes off at 5:15 so I’m pretty much running on empty by the time I wander into the house at 9:00 PM or so. Classes have been extra stressful the last couple of weeks and I need to pass another certification test next month on top of it.

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SOL 12 SSDGM

I like to listen to podcasts when I am in the car.  I have turned into an old lady and most music just sounds like noise to me..  What happened to the music of the good ole days?  On our way to school, we frequently listen to a couple of different news podcasts or story podcasts for little kids.

In my current position, I run from building-to-building teaching classes and putting out fires.  In the evening, I drive to the city to learn all the new and exciting research in the areas of Assistive Technology and Multiple Disabilities.  I manage to put dinner on the table every evening and I get the grocery shopping done every week.  I don’t get much time to myself unless you count taking a shower…and even then a toddler sometimes manages to climb in.  Lord knows I don’t get to go to the bathroom alone.

 

So how does a working mom wind down at the end of the day?  On my way home from classes, I am in the car all by myself.  I listen to My Favorite Murder podcast, of course.

I mean, there’s nothing more relaxing than murder, right?  I know that many people may find this weird.  But I am strangely fascinated by this topic.  The more I mention this podcast, the more that I find I am not the only one.  There is a cult following of this kind of sh!t.  Who knows why.  Certainly not me.  And this particular podcast is hysterical.  I know that murder and comedy don’t frequently go together but trust on on this.  It just works.  I am about 25 episodes in.  At least in the beginning, it is easy to hear that  Karen and Georgia are just two friends talking about a common interest they aren’t exactly professionals yet.  They are still learning the lay of the land which is why it is that much more funny!

So this evening while the rest of you are binge watching something on Netflix, I will be cruising down the Stevenson exhausted by yet another 5:00 am to 10:00 pm day just listening to a couple of ladies talk about serial killers. NBD.

Remember. Stay sexy and don’t get murdered

I am writing for the 2019 March Slice of Life Challenge