The IEP meeting has sucked the living soul out of me. I want to write, but I'm so tired, I can't think straight. I have work to do that will not be done tonight. I have an appointment for tomorrow that I have canceled so I can sneak in a quick nap while the kids are at school.
I promised myself I would do some writing each day. I promised my employer I would do some work tonight. I promised my son's teacher I would meet with her at school tomorrow. I am breaking my promises for a little sleep, breaking my promises to better keep them tomorrow. Yet the hardest promise to break is the one I made to myself. So, I'm giving myself this gift: 2 paragraphs, 10 sentences, 135 words, 565 characters…
Good for you! For just writing something, anything. That's the key, the golden ticket. I read somewhere that before you start doing anything else in your day, write. I try and live by that motto, most days. And that means write something that you want to write. Finding balance while writing is so challenging, but once you establish that groove, it's a great feeling! Hope today and the weekend are better.
I was the same week after my son's IEP. Emotionally it takes a toll. It is heart wrenching and depressing and hurtful all at once. Hopefully it will get better for you!
Thanks, Shawn. I'm feeling better -- and feeling good that I'm writing something every day.
Kristi, you said it. I am starting to recover, but it has been over a week. Whew! Those IEPs are so draining!