And so I have this very tiny, itty bitty, teensy weensy scrap of a plan.
All I can do to face September is this:
Try.
It ain't much, but in this cruelest month it's all I got.
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Cruelest Month
I am no fan of the ninth month. Anniversaries of loss, birthdays of those I've lost. Transitions, tuitions, decisions. Chaotic weather, crazy traffic, confusing paperwork. Lists, chores, to dos. Holidays I never manage to properly celebrate. {guilt} Changes I can't control. {anxiety} People hurling toward me 200 mph from every direction faster than I can duck and cover, with a kaleidoscope of needs. {stress} Attitudes. Dramas. Blech.
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It's not my fave, either.
Love.
Sometimes, that's all we can do...
Don't forget to take deep, slow, deliberate breaths every once in a while.
God, I'm with you for Sept. I'll throw in that the last couple of months of August are like no other stress I encounter all year. No wonder I want to go to Disneyland in Sept! Just to get a BREAK!
I use to love September; the excitement of the newness, the fresh start. September to me has always been more "spring" than the actual spring.
However, now as a parent of a autistic child - I totally understand your post. And agree.
We started full-day, full-integrated kindergarten a couple weeks ago. It's not going so well. The adjustment to special-ed preschool took till Christmas break - I wonder how long we will live in hell for the adjustment to this change.
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