The Week

I brought my students cookies yesterday to celebrate what wonderful classes they've been. They've been two of my favorite classes ever. I wish I had made them cookies, but it is what it is. 

Yesterday I asked one of my students how his Thanksgiving was. He said that the cops were only called once. Would you pray for him? 

I took Q to basketball, and I went to tennis. Tennis makes me so happy--I suspect if I played every day I might not need therapy. 

When we came home we found Blaze and Francisco wearing Santa hats and playing Christmas music with the tree up and the house decorated! An absolute delight. Blaze is very proprietary about the ornaments--he thinks he's in charge of them and that he's a master decorator. He's also somehow (not with us!) encountered the idea of room service and is interested in offering it at our house. 

I had therapy yesterday--now that we're thinking a bit about childhood, I feel totally, uncomfortably out of control. Talking about the stroke and other domestic stress was straightforward, but this is out of my depth. Last night I fittingly dreamed that my parents and son (in my dream, he was my brother) and I went to a Caribbean island only to discover that it was a mountain constantly pummeled by waves--each one went over the top of the island. I was trying to shield Blaze and no one else felt concerned at all. That about sums it all up. 

Also, you know how I'm now obsessed with my planner? I did realize that growing up I had a school log book that I think was my little piece of order and control and independence. 

(I had a wonderful childhood in many, many ways so it feels really self-indulgent and silly and first-world to do this therapy. But the truth is, domestically I have problems that I need to face. So that is that.)

This morning Q told me that I'm doing a lot better. So moving.