It's been a long time since my last post. So many things have happened and I've blogged in my brain a hundred times but stuff has been moving along too fast. Here's the rundown -
My email was hacked and someone sent I-don't-know-how-many people a sob story about me being trapped in London with no money so could they please wire a bunch so I can come home? It was awful - I mean, I may really never get to London even though I want to. It took a good chunk of time to find and fix the problem and regain control of my email - and set up my account through here - msbobbilicious(at)gmail(dot)com if you're interested. Ugh. If you got the message and are mad at me for wanting cash and I didn't talk to you I'm very sorry. It was some other bad child, not this one.
My happy place is falling apart. There's a problem in the staff and I'm imploding about it. See, I'm staff now - meet this term's second potions TA. So - I'm all new in the staff forum and I'm trying to keep up with potions and keep up with the rest of the Cup and work on my projects and take care of my kids and school and all and NOW all of this is happening with the staff (and I don't even know what's really going on for sure). I've been trying to catch up all morning and oce I finish this post I have more threads and posts to read and see what I can do to help. My brain hurts and I want to cry. The House Cup is my second home, the beginning of so many of my projects, the place where many dear friends are, and my main reason for being on ravelry.
My parents have had various illnesses this summer. It's tough to try to talk through things with them and not say anything to the kids that will upset them because they're way too emotional when it comes to grandma and grandpa. Have I mentioned that the sun rises and sets for grandpa in Khloe's eyes?
One bright spot, however, has been something that I've learned about my son. Kerry has behavior problems and is in a class for the learning-disabled kids at school. I've been to the class- my first day subbing was there. Some of the kids are very disabled. My son, however, doesn't notice their problems or disabilities. He sees them as his friends. He signs up to take lunch with them, he races around the track with one girl in her wheelchair just because she likes it, and he really is friends with them. I've spent alot of time worried that he had no friends - there are few kids in our neighborhood that he plays with and spent most of the summer with me and Khloe, not out playing football or kickball. In fact, a couple of the kids around here are mean to him for reasons unknown (although it is a bit of a crappy neighborhood when it comes to friends and acceptance of others). My Kerry makes me proud. Now, if he would only be nice to his sister...