14wks 5 days
Wednesday, October 26, 2016
I started teaching a community college class on Wednesday nights last week. 8 classes total. On top of my fulltime job. Mostly because it will help pay the $2000 prenatal bill I have AFTER insurance. Tonight is class #2 of 8. I kind of hate it. I hate the time involved for prep. I need to grade. I hate being away from my kid more than I have to. I hate spending my weekends prepping for lecture instead of working on the chaos that is my house. Guilt and fatigue are rampant.
My kid just got in trouble at school. He's been doing so much better this year. I really like his teacher. She just emailed yesterday because she thinks he's mildly dyslexic...something I've suspected but everyone has so far told me "he'll grow out of it." He's in 5th grade and still frequently reverses his d, b, p, q, 9...finally someone willing to help. But today the behavior issues are back. At least he made it through the 1st 1/4 before getting suspended. He's actually VERY sweet, but he's very sensitive, and easily frustrated, and his emotional maturity/control is lagging...and unfortunately as a bigger kid he is often picked on (just to see him pop his top), and as a bigger kid the school sees him as dangerous to his smaller classmates (not younger).
Ugh. I want the best for him. It breaks my heart when he struggles. And now + pregnancy hormones = crying at work. Blah. + Guilt because I'm not going to be home until after 9pm tonight because of this stupid class I'm teaching so I'm not there to talk to him and help with his homework while suspended today.
Health...I'm taking my prenatals, I had a big salad last night, but I'm not terrible physically active. Like at all. I guess I walked on Saturday.