>All the news that matters — and doesn’t

>I spent most of the day huddled in a blanket on a recliner next to a vaporizer. I drank half-caff coffee, cranberry-apple tea, and eventually diet Pepsi. My goals were to rehydrate and rest. I achieved both while watching alternately CNN and The Weather Channel.
In my neck of the woods, the high tomorrow might hit 0. Maybe. That’s without wind chill.
In Florida, buildings constructed to withstand hurricane force winds have been levelled by tornados.
But from a newspaper in Biloxi, Mississippi, there came a ray of sunshine. As far as hard news, it wasn’t. But for an average Midwesterner, especially those too far North to cheer for Da Bears, the news put a smile on many a weary, cold face.

Brett Favre is coming back.

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>Half empty or half full?

>The pessimist says the glass is half empty.
The optimist says it’s half full.
The engineer (according to Husband) says that the glass is twice as big as it needs to be.
Kristina made a good comment on my last post: hope is an important philosophy. Mom-nos recently posted about dominant thought, and how keeping it positive is important. A few of my co-workers just planned a get-away weekend later this month so that we can be together as friends, not teachers.
All of these things reminded me to think positive thoughts, cope with what I can, and let go of the worry on that which I can’t control. Isn’t there a saying like that? With that in mind, here’s a re-vision (seriously: a different point of view) of yesterday’s worries.
School behavior: I work with an excellent team. We are all very well trained and understand child development. We have plans in place to teach behaviors and attitudes that can replace the inappropriateness, and consequences in place for those who choose not to learn.
Health: One of our association leaders recently reminded us that we can’t control health care costs because that’s a national problem, but we can control our own health. I just took steps in the right direction with the blood draw and the visit to the foot doc. I plugged in the humidifier a few minutes ago, and I’ll sit next to and read the paper after I post. Blogging, too, is healthy. Simply by changing the way I put these dominant thoughts in writing, I change the direction of my thoughts. Life is still rough, at least this patch, but I can deal with it a little better now.
Family. Kids. We are bringing La Petite home to see the family doctor on Monday. We’ll keep working with Amigo and his teachers and hope that ultimately he takes the bull by the horns himself.
Health: Parents: We’ll hear from the Cataract-less mother today, we hope. We’ll keep in touch with the other paternal unit, too, and share that responsibility with brother-in-law.
And I’ll keep on blogging, blogging, blogging.

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>worry is a mother’s middle name

>I am currently worrying about:
School. Behavior is looking worse and worse. Difficult and defiant acts look more like eighth grade than sixth. Do these kids understand what kind of a life they’re creating for themselves and those around them?
Health. I fasted last night and went in for a wellness-sponsored blood draw to get some basic information. I need this information, but I didn’t really like taking the time before school or having to skip breakfast this morning, both of which put me late to my desk. Late, that is, in my own terms; I’m never late by the bell.
Family. Health. Foot. This is less worry than last time, now that I have a picture in mind of the long-term treatment options.
Family. Health. Kids. La Petite has had a stomach ache for over a week. She hasn’t eaten normally in that time. The nurse on call told her to “Take Tums.” Duh. The kid knows that. She called the clinic because basic precautions aren’t working. Take her concerns seriously, nursie.
Family. School. Kids. Amigo is having trouble keeping up with his school work, and we’re still figuring out why. Teachers don’t like it when we suggest strategies, but we have to do something to intervene. He has to do better or he’ll end up with no future. No college. Sheltered workshop employment. Trust me, he’s too intelligent for that.
Family. Health. Parents. Husband’s dad isn’t as alert as he used to be. My mom had cataract surgery today on one eye; the other is coming up in two weeks.
Health. Mine. My own cold is making me cough, bark, and hack. I’ll use the nebulizer before bed and hope it doesn’t make me too hyper to sleep.
Husband and I are wearing out. We’re getting pulled in so many different directions that we can’t juggle well at all. I know we’ll make it through all of these issues, so thanks, blogreaders, for listening. I’m sure my usual humor will return after I get a few nights’ sleep and a few good cups of coffee, and after a few items in my juggling act get lighter or go away.

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