All has been quiet on the Western front.
My not-so-new-anymore job at the vocational college is still going strong, but working 4 days a week with 3 mad children, Midlife Crisis Man and some vague autoimmune disease kind of sucks the life juices out of you.
Healthwise, nothing much has changed.
Son#1 has started high school and puberty, we fight often and chaotically.
If I have to spend another 5 years forcing him to do his homework, I may not survive...
Winter is well on its way and this adjustment period with my new job/life away from the varsity seems like summer has been swallowed and digested - a looooong time ago already.
The husband has started a new job and he, like me, is slightly autistic and change scares the bejesus out of us.
But, like Meryl Streep told students at Barnard: There is no normal, only change.
Saturday, February 25, 2017
Hallelujah, it's time for a break, albeit for a week.
We started off with a bang and bruise.
Son#3 got smacked with a stick (by accident) in gym class, and sports a gorgeous blue shiner.
We went to a pancake restaurant last night where Son#2 flapped his right foot inwards, spraining his ankle spectacularly.
He and I were in hospital until midnight last night.
Then the morning started off well until Son#3, out of the blue, vomited all over the comforter on my bed, and over my bedroom floor.
Sometimes it just sucks being an adult (I said to myself whilst scraping vomit out of the grooves between the floorboards).
At least we don't have to go anywhere.
Wednesday, February 22, 2017
The new job has been 'interesting'.
I'll be honest.
This is not some Michelle Pfeiffer movie where the pretty and tenacious teacher blows new educational life into deprived youths.
It didn't 'gel' with 3 of the 8 groups.
The director is a weak and egotistical man.
I told him that no, I will not be teaching said 3 classes (life's too short), but here we are now, 1 week later and I seem to be teaching 2 of the 3 again.
Meanwhile the husband is in a deep depression.
Son#2 was beaten with sticks by FIVE classmates (he managed to bite one of the little bastards), and has been recalcitrant and defiant ever since.
I, of course, complained to the highest echelons of our village school.
Son#3 is on multiple pairs of pants a day again.
Son#1 has been tested for IQ and whatnot.
He is very, VERY gifted but with a serious attention deficit disorder.
His teacher is reluctant to send him to a higher level school, going against the advice of the developmental specialist's findings.
Tomorrow it is work in the morning, Son#1's orthopedic surgeon and then his therapist in the afternoon.
The husband is going to a family birthday party with my in-laws (I wasn't invited) and my father-in-law is slowly losing his marbles.
Life in our nut house/shell.
Monday, February 13, 2017
I survived the first day of lessons at my new job.
I feel like getting an 'I-made-it!!' tattoo on my forehead.
8 hours of solid teaching, and I came home and sat on the stairs until the husband fetched my slippers.
This is self-flaggelation but I need to know (after nearly 4 years of uselessness) what I am capable of.
What was that?
Curiosity killed the cat?
Sunday, February 12, 2017
I woke up with terrible pain in my left foot (utterly Daniel Day-Lewis, don't you think?) and left leg.
Eventually Son#3 and I hobbled to the hospital, thinking it must be a lung embolism waiting to happen.
Life isn't that exciting (thank goodness), and it turned out to be a boring-but-painful heel spur.
I have a spur.
How much more Cowboy can one get?
The weekend was fine-ish.
Son#2 got a toolbox with tools that now sleeps next to his bed plus a metal detector for his birthday.
Happy birthday Bucky!
What a long time 9 years is (and what a different person I am now).
We are looking for a house exchange in Canada for the summer, if ticket prices can stay on the low side.
The husband was in a funk for most of the day and so was Son#1.
I applied for jobs closer to home, cleaned the house and cooked my lunches for the coming week, all on one foot.
It will be a busy week.
Thursday, February 9, 2017
Saturday, February 4, 2017
I have a new (temporary) job.
40 km from home, through inevitable traffic.
It is temporary, and at a vocational college where 98% of the largely adolescent student population are either on file at child welfare or have some serious learning disability.
There are security guards and safety procedures.
Students dealing in drugs and getting arrested for house robberies.
I had no idea that this world existed.
I will have to see how my weary body will handle this.
I got through my shell-shocked first week.
At night I am so tired that I sway like a drunkard and the husband sends me to bed.
It is not the intellectual world of the university, but I knew this when I quit.
At home, Son#2 is kicking and screaming.
Everything is NO.
I feel very sad about it.
We all have colds and feel pants, and my fever is climbing again.
But hallelujah, Monday is a day off next week.
Monday, January 23, 2017
Son#1 and I skipped his school this morning for a quiet and companionable breakfast in Breda.
Then we were off to hospital.
Son#1's hypermobility syndrome could cause heart problems.
Luckily all was well.
The boy has a heart after all, haha.
Meanwhile in my mind, I feel quite lost and lonesome, and completely devoid of any direction in life.
A decade at the university gave me purpose.
All of a sudden, with no work, I am adrift with no clear destination.
I am overqualified to teach at high schools, and too inexperienced.
I alternate between joy and despair.
Who would have thought.
Thursday, January 19, 2017
What a beautiful day it was, crisp and clear blue skies despite the bitter frost.
I did the groceries then stopped by the Amer river for an impromptu short walk.
It was simple, lovely.
So quiet that you can hear birds, listen to the water lapping the rocks.
The boys plus friend came home for lunch.
I made a cheesecake and watched a movie, then Son#3 and I built a Moon Oscillator with Lego.
God only knows what that might be.
(And by Jove! Astronauts need a coffee percolator!!)
Tomorrow Donald Trump will be the 45th president and the thinking world will despair.
The devolution of mankind continues its stiff pace.
Tuesday, January 17, 2017
I watch movies and read all day.
I love it.
Love my freedom, as long as it may last.
I had a job interview at a very nice school last week, but the hours are long and whether I'll be able to work that much, I just don't know.
Whatever happens will be fine.
Meanwhile the temperature hovers around minus 3 today.
The cat and I are tucked in under a blanket.