Muahahaha!
Thanks to my friends Katye and Sarah (for real, girls! I couldn't have done it without you), my group totally dominated the presentations.
Most of the groups either went up and read their papers to us *zzzzz....wake me up when it's over***** or they talked in a valley girl voice. Our lesson plans were the best. They were simple and fun and two of them were kinesthetic.
THANK YOU to my friends for helping me cram. I will NOT procrastinate like that again. That's not even like me!
Done!
...nobody really understands me. I am at the beginning of a major fucking freakout, trying to stave it off, and there is nobody that I can think of who can support me. Maybe I'm supposed to do it myself this time.
I really, really just want to get better. FINALLY!
Okay, quick I will list five good things:
1. I love listening to Delaney read.
2. Something has happened in my life financially that is just making an amazing difference, even if it is likely temporary.
3. My hip hop class makes me very happy. I swear I feel like freakin' Paula Abdul up there with all the girls behind me.
4. I appreciate my time with Greyson SO SO much.
5. I have some Graeter's Cherry Chip upstairs.
The things I won't remember about your childhood:
I won't remember the fifty two
Times I told you no.
I won't remember the on-purpose
blueberry juice stain on the
rented duplex carpet.
I won't remember the smacked face
when you were ten months old,
already testing me.
No no no no no no no no.
Organic blueberry juice in a sippy cup
that wasn't supposed to spill.
Already testing me
Already.
I won't remember that you
Hit me and cried that you wanted your daddy
When your daddy was not the one who
Did all of the day-to-days,
The rituals,
The fun stuff.
I won't remember that you
Wouldn't use the potty, you told me
On purpose.
I won't recall at all that
You were a biter when you were two.
No, not you! DADDY!
I won't go potty, never ever.
Bitten-bruised skin of another young boy.
Already testing me
Already.
Things I will remember:
Your fevered cheek against mine.
Not a reading story, the
Telling kind.
You tell the best stories, mom.
I wanted you, mom.
You're my best friend.
I cried so hard I missed my mom so bad today.
Your happy sunshiny self, skipping off
Away from me, to school.
Your golden lion eyes.
Your secrets, your laugh.
Already testing me.
Already teaching me.
Already leaving me.
Already more than I
Ever thought I could give.
It will be fun. GOOOOO STEEEEEEEEELERRRSSSSS!