I spent the day moving a building. Moving a building! A portable classroom actually, in two parts. When the first half arrived and we set it down it was like a giant stage had been set down on our playground. An open building with markings on the blackboard about "math test results." It was amazing. Really. A building, or half of it driving down the road and knowing that i had bought it. That i did that.
I did that. I think about those words all the time. Every time someone comments on my kids. I did that. I loved my husband and i ate a bunch of veggie burritos and out popped that beautiful girl.
I have been dwelling on this feeling of insignificance. Is it me? Or is it you. All the people i meet. The people who politely ask what i do and shake their heads sympathetically when i say "i'm a mom." "Nothing really."
And don't get your knickers in an uproar. I know it's not nothing. It's like explaining blogging. "It's like my diary." "Except! You can read it and then feel all uncomfortable around me.'
I really don't know much of anything anymore. I know my head hurts. I am lonely. I'm listening to too many sad songs and staying up too late. My house is messy and it underwhelms me. My kids are annoying me.
Why can't they just get along?
I'm scattered. I need something, but i don't know what.
Who are you?
Are you lonely too?
This is jess's delurking day.
Posted by Jess at 12:06 AM Permalink

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[still]awake at 5 AM
have to teach at arts camp 9AM till 3:30...TG! last day!
Q: lonely?
A: yes!
Why?
Um,well,ahhh, dunno..
Q: who are you?:
A: it seems to depend heavily on the context
General response: I get it- I mean, I get what you are saying ,not why i feel like that myself
Good stuff:lots, like you so why does it not matter at ALL at 5 AM?
Sometimes it does, tho.
from Grammacello, on too little sleep.
Q: Do you want to be different?
Q:Different in what way?
Q:What would you change?
(hug a dog- that is always a good idea!)
Posted by Grammacello | July 21, 2006 02:09 AM