To make a very long story, short. I dropped my classes, picked up some that I can enjoy, and others that I just have to take, and alas, all is feeling well.
Brazillian Capoeira....yes, again
Computer Essentials (I have avoided this course, but needing it to move on I am finally giving in.)
Maybe I will get to spend more time in my kids classrooms with this schedule, rather than the nightmare I was facing. I am already looking forward to the 4th grade curriculum, the field trips, etc., with S; to G's 8th grade year, how many events can I come to without embarrassing him; Cece and her fabulous 6th grade experience; and my baby, J, my last shot at the 2nd grade. Lets hope we make it.
I can breathe.
'Will you, um, marry me?' I haven't seen you in weeks! You don't look happy or excited about the prospect of our marriage! You're asking me to give up my - my freedom, my joie de vivre for an institution that fails as often as it succeeds? And why should I marry you anyway? I mean, why do you wanna marry me? Besides some bourgeois desire to fulfill an ideal that society embeds in us from an early age to promote a consumer capitalist agenda?