The first week is always slammed, insane, all-out nuts around here. This week has proven to be… not as bad as the past in terms of lost students, big ass problems or flat out break downs. I met with my students on Monday and they’re totally made of awesome. So far anyway. As the semester wears on, even a great class will start to slow down and trudge through the work. We shall see how things go but I’m trying to stay positive.

Last night Ash and I had a long chat about being positive. Mostly as it pertains to my injury. At first, when my knee began to hurt and I was dealing with the harsh reality of not running, I was devastated. My devastation manifested on many different levels. I found myself more cranky and lacking any sort of outlet for pent up rage. Then I sort of felt depressed that I wasn’t actively doing anything and then I felt fat. I was reluctant to even eat. All of these reactions are not what I ought to have done, of course. But it felt so awful to be doing NOTHING. Meanwhile, Ash is out there running 8-9 miles a day (not counting his long on Sunday) and I’m just sitting in bed watching Buffy. It makes me feel like such a loser, even though there’s not a whole lot I can do to make this knee heal any faster than it’s going to.

So I must accept things as they are. For instance, it’s about 3 days from Elliot’s birthday party and not one of those bastard kids from school has RSVP’d. Now, one of them I know won’t be there but the others… no excuse. We went to their snot-nosed kids’ birthday parties and – though I shouldn’t – I expect reciprocation. I’m learning to get over it but I cannot help feeling this way. If none of them show, we have plenty of other people coming who *actually* care about him. He’ll understand. If they show up with RSVP’ing, I’ma cutta bitch. I will cutchew!

I have taken all too long to write this. POST.