Hello friends. Welcome to Meri’s edition of, “August, should we just scrap it all together?”
I think July should be 62 days. Yes? Agreed? Because August always stinks. Seriously, look back at your blog…look back at your calendar…look back at your journal…suckity suck suck! Case and point, my post last year: Tsunami and EVERY OTHER AUGUST POST LAST YEAR! It’s emotional collapse time people. Batten down the hatches!
It’s back to school. It’s back to reality. It’s back to WORK! NO MORE RESTING YOUR BODY OR YOUR BRAIN! Let’s get moving! Blah! Blah! Blah!
It’s emotional…it’s hair raising…it’s finding a new routine…it’s educating teachers and nurses…it’s sports season…it’s a big FAT reminder that our kids have special needs, and our hearts break for them as they have to find their own “normal” in their new classroom. It’s everything July isn’t.
What can we do?
How can we ride that tsunami wave to the top of the mountain and declare victory?
We need a plan and we need one fast! Admitting there is a problem with August is the first step…now we need a healthy, grown-up, even way to handle all of this…
Any suggestions? And no, I don’t drink alcohol…so think of something else…quick! There are only 11 days of August left. If we don’t jump on this, August is going to swallow us whole!