Rough week...

I'm not sure what I want to say here but I do want to say something. I haven't written much this week because I'm not sure how to express myself.

Monday's book club went well, but it sure wasn't what I was hoping for with it being the last one for the year. We missed a lot of people. Since then I have found out that one of the families has had a devastating blow and considering they are expecting another child, I am very worried for them. I love this family and so do my children and we will keep thinking of them until their situation has improved.

Tuesday wasn't much better. Jesse had a low-grade fever all day but we went to TKD anyway, just to find out he had cancelled and he had not bothered to tell us (he did tell me the week before he was "thinking about it and would let us know", but I was the only mom there at the time). Did he apologize for three of us (one parent received a phone call because they were absent, the teenager was informed as she walked out the door Thursday, at least that is what he told me) sitting in the parking lot trying to figure out what was going on? No. He had called me on my cell phone after I called an assistant instructor and proceeded to insinuate that I'm lacking intelligence because he told us both Tuesday and Thursday. I don't think I would have been quite so upset but that was the third time in about three weeks he has questioned my intelligence. The first was over a December payment and when he found out I was correct (his own computer) all I got was "Hmm." This after arguing with me in front of other parents, who still think I'm nuts. When it comes to money, I remember! Then just last Thursday, during class, I had just completed my form (when in the middle of someone else doing their form) he looks at me as says "You didn't keeup (yell)." "Yes, I did." "No, you didn't." "Yes, I did." "No, you didn't." (Nine year old boy doing his form, stops, looks at instructor) "Yes, she did." Instructor, "Oh." Was there an apology for giving me grief in front of the entire class? Of course not. This is one of my pet peeves (right next to honesty) is being able to admit when one is wrong. No one, and I include myself and I'm the first to admit it, no one is correct all the time. But it is so important to be able to admit when you are wrong. I'll stop venting now.

Wednesday still did not go well. Jesse was still fighting that low-grade fever. I ended up, in the middle of the afternoon, with a migraine so bad I couldn't open my left eye. I hate those things! I tried napping but yesterday the girls did not cooperate (usually when I get like that they are very sweet). So I still wasn't feeling great when I finally went to bed about midnight (I forgot to was John's uniforms earlier in the evening so I had to get that done).

Thursday (yes I know its on 8:15am) but Chloe came into my room about 6:15am with a nose bleed. Of course, that woke me up instantly. So hopefully, the day will improve.

I do want to leave on a good note: Wednesday morning, on the way to the commissary, I thinking about Tuesday's TKD and book club (before I found out about my friends) and I just felt miserable. Usually, when I drive I just focus on the road and my thoughts. But something just kind of grabbed at me. The road I now take is a two-lane back road that goes all the way to Ft. Jackson. The trees. The trees demanded my attention yesterday. The road was lined with trees filled with beautiful red, orange, and gold leaves interspersed with evergreens. It was the most beautiful autumn I've seen in a few years. It lifted my mood considerably.