What we put up with

This afternoon, I was talking to someone who has a bi-polar relative. She said that she should have seen this most recent manic episode coming because as she looked back, she could see a totally inappropriate reaction to a little thing that seemed to foreshadow a bigger explosion. This person lived with a bi-polar parent, so maybe, like me, she was used to big reactions to little things.
When my father was alive, he was arrested for shooting a pellet gun into the neighbor's house. The neighbors according to him were shooting laser beams at him. The officer who arrested him called me and asked, "Does your father have a history of mental illness?" And although I was in my forties, I was shocked to realize that yes, indeed he did! And that I just realized it then.
We put up with so much stuff from people who are supposed to love us for a variety of reasons. And we realize later that they are crazy and all we had to do maybe once was tell them no.
New goal: no more putting up with stuff!

Long Time, No Write

It's been a month since I last posted! And in that month, I have settled in to a new school and new room, hurt my back, fallen, had some horrible stomach something, hurt my back and tried to educate 23 and now 22 Kinder and first graders. And do Altar Guild work.
No mention of art, you notice. That's because I have done very little. I write in my art journal--no, really I whine in my art journal. I finished a dish cloth that I started last month. This is the nicest one ever! I finally understood the directions! I am putting it on the scanner and scanning it for you to see.
Mostly I have been trying to remember what it is like to teach 5 and 6 year olds after 10 years of not teaching them! Let me say it is difficult! They cry. They pee. They cannot stop talking about their Iron Man shirts! And I have to teach them to read write and add and subtract!
Pray for me!