Ive spent the past couple hours feeling sorry for myself. I was told this morning that I could not go with Caleb on his school field trip. (Because Im not a registered school volunteer). I then said Id just drive on my own (versus going on the school bus) and meet the class at the museum. And the principal told me I could not do that either. So I cried. In front of Caleb. In front of his teacher. In front of the principal. I tried to keep it in but darn it ... it just happened. I then bawled in the car. Called Eric and bawled to him. What a awful feeling to be told you cant be with your child. When I got home I tried to dive into work but it just wasnt happening. So I turned on a documentary to get me distracted and refocused. It was about this performance artist that essentially mutilates her body for the sake of art. At times it was painful to watch. After about 20 minutes of that ... I started feeling better about myself. Refocused. Working.
Posted on: Tue, 06 Jan 2015 19:18:09 +0000
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