School Days

I love my children. More than I could ever imagine. But it's been a tough year and a loooong summer. I was prepared for it and although it had it's tough moments, I survived. But oh, how sweet it is that my children (all 3) spend at least a few hours everyday at that wonderful brick building a few blocks away.

Some people may think it sounds 'mean' of me to say that. Or think it sounds as if I don't care about my children. However, just the opposite is true. When they get home from school they're actually glad to see me. The last time that happened was when they came home after I had been in isolation.... 2 months ago! They need the break each day and they need to go somewhere were they can learn, play, and grow. And I need the break each day to---
do whatever I want!

I can't believe the resurgence of energy I have had in the few days that I've had since they went back to school. Slowly I'm becoming me again. Just this morning I read a post on a blog that I follow and the woman was talking about becoming herself again after a tragic accident a couple of years ago. I had to take Paris for her shots the other day and the Dr. asked how I was doing. This is the Dr. that actually got the ball rolling with all my 'stuff'. I told him I was doing lots better. He reminded me that it takes a lot of time for our bodies to get back to normal and that it's not like I had the flu, or a broken arm- I had cancer. True that. Even though I'm thyroidless and spleenless I'm still ME inside. And slowly but surely I'm starting to feel like EM again.

Thank you Westside school! :o)