Who wants to read this? Apparently nobody. Oh well. It's still a journal for my own little horrible self.
tiny and unimportant, and a terrible, terrible mother to boot. I'm feeling (what's new?) totally overwhelmed by my own life. Worried about my students. Do all teachers feel like this? I feel like THEY MUST SUCCEED ... OR I HAVE FAILED. Maybe, after all my blathering and bragging and self-confidence... I am actually MAKING THINGS WORSE for them due not to my inherent inability to perform the job, but, like on every other front, to the fact that I made a committment to them.. and then... just sort of... faded away... well, not really, but it is hard on them only having class once a week. So I think I just said "yes" to having class TWO TIMES A WEEK! Now how am I going to swing that? Plus, the Alpaca Show Season (don't laugh) is upon us (again)_ and like always, I'm unprepared, our signs aren't made, our farm literature is out of date, our business cards need to be reprinted, etc. etc. etc. And it's a particularly busy time at mcgarrybowen. And, oh yeah, my kid MISSES ME. Which is the most imprtant thing. Or so I say. When I'm not busy trying to make myself look important. In my own eyes. I guess. And oh yeah - my mom is kind of like, dying. So, gotta run.
Oh yeah - the title. Spent last week at the Sunset Marquis - nice. and then the weekend with Cub Scout Pack 264, camping out at Hawk Mountain Scout Reservation, and then, throwing up in the bushes on Saturday night, and then, sleeping in my car next to the bathroom, and then, driving home feeling really really shaky, and also, like all the other mothers (and even more so, fathers) think I'm really weird and kind of strange, what with the dreadlocks, and the barfing, and the references to "jet lag" and "Fred Segal", and all.
But we got ourselves a nice little Crayola spot - I think - despite the fact that we CHANGED THE PRODUCT WE WERE ADVERTISING (small detail) the night before the shoot. Who do we love? Larry Frey, that's who.
