if I had my way, I would read in bed alternating between coffee, wine and cuddles. I avoid toxic people as much as possible. Currently drama has found its way into every aspect of my life. Gossip and rumors fuel it’s fire. I just don’t want any part of that.... except I love telling a good story. The characters in my life are so unbelievable that it’s as good as fiction.

Easter is already setting up to be a lot of deep breaths and counting down minutes. My brother Napoleon Ron loves to stir the pot. Our Fam group texts prove as much. He feels it is his duty to rouse everyone. It is more like his stupidity not his duty. He starts with my sister using words like Democrat and snowflake. I asked him to find new words, but he says he likes his words and will continue to use them. Then he sends my mom over the edge, and it will be an Easter to remember!

​Three hours. I can survive. I’m hoping my girls are blissfully happy with their cousins and are oblivious to the flames . I miss my dad, and I’m sure the rest do too. Crazy masking grief is our way.

I don’t know what fool thought it was a good idea to test a kid for four hours and make it a factor whether to advance to the next grade or not. And better yet let’s determine whether a teacher is good based on those scores. Let’s withhold money to schools who perform poorly. Close them down even. I am lucky enough to not care anymore about today’s test. I’m so over it. I don’t mention it, practice it, review the test at all. I teach my kids to love reading and it’s craft to read critically and analytical every day with every text. This is why they pass! At LIFE hopefully!

Our team went to a new clinic with the asst coach at OLLU, Beau. Earlier today, Frank asked me what was so great about this coach, and I said he’s cute. Not sure why I said it. I never think someone is attractive. Then he insisted he take Cat to the clinic. I shld rest lol

Len and I always text when the other can’t make it. Frank gives me little details. Parent courtesy.

I have to cover sixth grade Math for Coach Alaniz. My 8th graders are going to Firsta Tx. Cat is very unsure how to handle the situation. She texted all her friends that have him. The general consensus is excitement. I told her to text them telling them I mean if you talk a lot or disrespect but otherwise nice. We will be in the same hallway and every time she passes I am going to scream her name and say IT’S YOUR MOMMA!! Hi!!! She said she’s going sprint passed then walk real quick his class all day. We all laughed. What she going to do when we are all in the same class every day in 8th grade. I CANT WAIT!!

I am grateful for this day because of you

Today was one of those days being a teacher is emotional draining. I do my very best. I try my best to have patience and understanding but at some point you are pushed over the edge. Some students who are like a plague. They infect and destroy till there is nothing left. Till all your efforts are for nothing. They lie and manipulate and spit you out. Tomorrow I will walk in and show resilience and perseverance but tonight I will cry. Tonight I question what I am doing here. What am I doing here.

My dreams are so real that they wake me in tears terrified they might be true. They come from sonewhere. They have a purpose. Are they warnings, foresight of my future. I am never upset in my dreams when it comes to light. I don’t cry. I sit there and watch it unfold. The harsh reality that will tear my world apart that will devastate my girls. Then I wake and I want so bad to know if it is true. I need to know. It feels so real. But there is nothing left to do but wait.