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We start oversleeping, good for a first day of job and kids school.
My paranoic hubby, who drop his antidepressant by a self willing act, start fretting about loosing our jobs. We don't.
He even get his scheudle wrong, instead of starting t 8:00 AM, he start at 9:45!. My murderer desires were more than whisfull thinking.
Elizabeth called yesterday that she was at the hospital feeling ill. So no nany today plus the concern about her health. It turns out to be a bad stomachache case.
I had to take Oedipus to my mum house so she could take him to school because we start working before him and we couldn't contact the man of the school bus (they are private in Chile,as everything here, you need to submit the service). The boy beg us never to do that again, it seems his "nené" was a very slow driver and choose all the wrong streets.
Of course we had a bank tango too, was a stupid thing, more a missunderstood than anything, but stress us.
Classes were ok, lovely students. It seems my inner Snape will be resting this term (crossfinguers). Had and amazing talk with another schollar and two phisycal education students: we start cornering them with this question: Is there any non phisycal education possible? Could someone learning be unembodied? What the hell was the object of study of the phisycal education ? Well, as most PhE teachers, they had no answers because their model is one which dyed 300 years ago. That do not means that there is no richess in their subject but it needs to be re thinked.
Sudenly realized about an horrible overlap in my scheudle due to boss mistake, of course she never acknoledge it as such, so I appear in front another boss as irresponsible. Goood.
Then it rains, a really, marvellous winter storm in summer. It rise my spirit, no matter my inapropiate clothes, the smell of wet ground, the humidity, the light. All make me totally happy.
Kids return happy from school.The little one comment his new classmate was boring: He don't move, he don't talk, he only vomit . The oldest one reply Listen to me, I had a 5 years experience at schools: new mates are always boring, it is your work to invite them to play.
I try him to understand the boy was nervous and lonely, but it seems he get the vomiting as a personal offense.
It end up as a good first day of work.
I also give hubby and ultimatum: Apologized to the kids about your temper tamtrum and start taking your antidepressant NOW or ... well there is not an or really, but I give him the dress down. (softly, I can`t be mad with him for long). The experience of being angry with the man you loved is so odd, it always unsettled me. But he is know with puppy eyes all over the house. Until the next tamtrum...why men can get depress as we womans do?, a little crying or total silence, no, they need to be angry with the world. Grrrr. Well I want him ok.
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Any case, my little stay at Pichidangui renew my energies. I spend those day codling the kids and in an armistice with hubby. Also I lay next to a pool and read. Play taca - taca (that kind of table soccer) and Ping Pong, it was a first for the kids.
My paranoic hubby, who drop his antidepressant by a self willing act, start fretting about loosing our jobs. We don't.
He even get his scheudle wrong, instead of starting t 8:00 AM, he start at 9:45!. My murderer desires were more than whisfull thinking.
Elizabeth called yesterday that she was at the hospital feeling ill. So no nany today plus the concern about her health. It turns out to be a bad stomachache case.
I had to take Oedipus to my mum house so she could take him to school because we start working before him and we couldn't contact the man of the school bus (they are private in Chile,as everything here, you need to submit the service). The boy beg us never to do that again, it seems his "nené" was a very slow driver and choose all the wrong streets.
Of course we had a bank tango too, was a stupid thing, more a missunderstood than anything, but stress us.
Classes were ok, lovely students. It seems my inner Snape will be resting this term (crossfinguers). Had and amazing talk with another schollar and two phisycal education students: we start cornering them with this question: Is there any non phisycal education possible? Could someone learning be unembodied? What the hell was the object of study of the phisycal education ? Well, as most PhE teachers, they had no answers because their model is one which dyed 300 years ago. That do not means that there is no richess in their subject but it needs to be re thinked.
Sudenly realized about an horrible overlap in my scheudle due to boss mistake, of course she never acknoledge it as such, so I appear in front another boss as irresponsible. Goood.
Then it rains, a really, marvellous winter storm in summer. It rise my spirit, no matter my inapropiate clothes, the smell of wet ground, the humidity, the light. All make me totally happy.
Kids return happy from school.The little one comment his new classmate was boring: He don't move, he don't talk, he only vomit . The oldest one reply Listen to me, I had a 5 years experience at schools: new mates are always boring, it is your work to invite them to play.
I try him to understand the boy was nervous and lonely, but it seems he get the vomiting as a personal offense.
It end up as a good first day of work.
I also give hubby and ultimatum: Apologized to the kids about your temper tamtrum and start taking your antidepressant NOW or ... well there is not an or really, but I give him the dress down. (softly, I can`t be mad with him for long). The experience of being angry with the man you loved is so odd, it always unsettled me. But he is know with puppy eyes all over the house. Until the next tamtrum...why men can get depress as we womans do?, a little crying or total silence, no, they need to be angry with the world. Grrrr. Well I want him ok.
***
Any case, my little stay at Pichidangui renew my energies. I spend those day codling the kids and in an armistice with hubby. Also I lay next to a pool and read. Play taca - taca (that kind of table soccer) and Ping Pong, it was a first for the kids.
