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The thing I love most about work happens to also be the thing that bothers me most about work. You see, I'm so jealous of those people who can go to work and well, relax. But as a teacher - I go to work and pretty much work nonstop until I leave. I get to work and right away get busy setting things up for the day and answering parents' emails and/or talking with other teachers/therapists/etc. Then, the kids get there and I'm REALLY busy. I laughed today after the children had left because I saw an email from one of the mom's - as though I was going to be able to answer her while the kids where there!?! There's only one day a week where I get a "planning period" and that's on Friday - two half hour spots for library time. The rest of the time those kiddos are all mine! There's really no down time at work. But see, it's days like today that I love not having that down time. No time to think.
No time to think about Mike and all the blood tests and the 24 hour urine sample he had to collect this weekend (my bathroom smelled SO good. bleh.). No time to wonder what the hell is up with his mysterious symptoms. No time to think about this little guy. No time to think about whether or not Liam was eating his lunch. No time to think about Quinn's Chronic Whining Condition. No time to think about whether or not somebody left a comment on my last post. No time to think about how many people are reading this blog. No time to think. Until lunch.
I sat down and was asked, "So, how was your weekend?" And I lied. I couldn't not tell them the news of Henry. Because when I do stop to think - that is what I'm thinking about. I'm amazed at how heavily it weighs on my heart. But. I couldn't say, "oh, this person that I met online, her son is sick." That just sounds weird. At least to my friends at work. So instead I said, "Oh, one of my friend's way out in Portland just found out her son is sick and they're not sure what's wrong with him. But the worst part is I can't even give her a hug or see her to see if she's okay." And you know what? That last part is not a lie. I know that those of you reading this get that, right? (unless you're my family and you still don't get this whole blogging thing) You get how someone you've never met can really become a friend. A friend you care about just as much as you would had she lived right next door - perhaps even more. Because honestly, I know more about some of you than I do my own neighbor, or even some of my friends.
At times I find a lot of the "blogging business" downright stupid. (Sorry, but really, does it really matter how many comments, how many hits, etc - if all we're looking for is a connection or a place to air our dirty laundry and brag about all the good stuff?) But really, I love the friends I've made via this blog - some of which I've met, more of which I hope to meet someday. And I really love the support that people in this blogging world are so quick to offer. It's amazing. Truly amazing.
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I totally have friends like yours, the ones who don't understand blogging and expanding your friendships via the Internet. And I, too, know you and others I've met online a whole helluva lot better than folks living in my own building. Most of the people I see in the hallway every morning don't even know Henry is sick and none are sending their well wishes and healthy vibes. I hope someday we can meet and that we're all healthy - husbands, kids, pets - when we do. Oregon, Illinois or somewhere in between? (Stop worrying, everything is going to be okay.) :)
What is wrong with Mike??? Who is this little boy???
How am I so behind???
Going to try and catch up...
Two years ago I'd never have believed that I'd be true friends with people I'd never actually "met." I guess it's hard to understand if you don't live it.
Christie - Visiting Dan and Leah are on my "to-do" list. So we will be meeting up soon. Just wondering, when's a good time to visit Portland?
Jennifer - I think the last time I posted about Mike was some time ago - so you won't find that easily. Henry, that littly boy, I posted about him just a few posts down. Basically his white blood cell count is LOW and they don't know why - though they did almost rule out cancer - just have to run those tests past another group of docs to be sure.
Mike has been having strange symptoms for awhile and keeps getting brushed off my his doctor - so finally went to a specialist who order a bunch of blood tests and the (bleh) urine test. The symptoms - too varied to describe - shaky hands, sweety, more hair growth on arms, some throat thing, and more. Half the time I have to just pretend like he's over-reacting so I don't freak out when he's freaking out.
I totally hear you about the relationships we make and maintain through blogging.
fyi? oregon/pacific northwest is WONDERFUL in july/august. I lived in seattle for 5 years, and while june has CHANCES of nice days.. the late july through october are downright marrying material.
I often find myself stumped for words when I repeat something I've read on a blog I read. I always want to refer to everyone as a friend, but no one else seems to understand the relationship.
Lots of positive thoughts for Mike and Henry.
I hear ya. I feel like those I blog with are friends as well. Especially about the part when you know them almost better than your in real life friends.
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