Bull$#!^ at work

Work today (Wednesday) was pretty infuriating. My principal engaged me in some crazy circular reasoning about why she couldn’t give me access to data right now, even though she will eventually. I don’t understand what this weird gatekeeping is about, but it’s wasting my time and I’m tired of it. I kept saying, if you share the data with me I could answer that question, and she kept explaining that she hadn’t had time to look at the data. But I don’t need you to look at it! I want to look at it myself. And if you don’t have time why don’t you just let me do it!? I feel like I’m taking crazy pills.

Then we went to the most incredible waste of time meeting, where we were basically introduced to a behavior management program we’ve been using for two years. It was the kind of presentation you should require in August, when you’re reminding teachers of why you’re using a program. It’s definitely not something to show them in May when there are only 4 weeks left of school.

Maybe if we’d met to discuss how the program worked for us this year, to identify successes and areas of concern to focus on next year, it would have been almost worthwhile. But instead we just reviewed the system generally – its history and why it’s better than punitive behavior management. It didn’t even present actually strategies to implement the program. It was just such a massive waste of time and I want so badly to know who thought it was something we should be doing on the Wednesday before our “Celebration of Learning.” Fucking nuts.

Then our principal sent out a totally inappropriate email asking us to sign up to cover for teachers who are out over the next few weeks. Asking us to cover isn’t inappropriate, but the tone and explanations for why they couldn’t get subs were. It especially rubbed me the wrong way after that massive waste of time we were forced to sit through all afternoon, when there were so many other, more productive ways, we could have been spending those hours.

It’s this kind of shit that makes teachers quit. Today makes me think about quitting, and I rarely do that anymore.

Super bloom

Well, Mother’s Day is always a let down for me. My husband and kids don’t do anything for me and while I’m generally fine with that, it always stings for a bit on the actual day. Today no one even said Happy Mother’s Day (until prompted, pretty late in the day), which didn’t feel great. But they did eventually get me a pastry. I suppose that’s something.

I went down to see my own mother. I gave her something because I know it means a lot to her to have these kinds of days recognized in some way. I wish my own family cared enough to do a little something, but not enough to make a big deal out of it.

My husband did give me a lot of time this weekend. I went for a run on Saturday. And for a walk with friends after. And to dinner with friends later in the day. That was all lovely.

At the park, when I ran, I kept stopping to take pictures of the poppies. I love California poppies and right now they are everywhere. It’s a super bloom, and I love it.

I love this park.

In between all that time away from the house, we worked on the back yard. The weeds were almost as tall as me, but the weed whacker could still handle it.

Before
After

It was just a first pass and we didn’t get to the back, where bigger plants require actual cutting down with clippers. But it’s nice to feel like that space is available, and not just a wall of weeds.

After just 45 minutes my arms were covered in hives, so I had to stop. Grasses are what I’m most allergic too, and despite allergy shots, and an oral antihistamine and a steroid nasal spray, I’m still being pummeled by the pollen right now.

Today I went for a hike with my mom and we had lunch together. I worked out at home, helped the kids with some chores and then we watched two episodes of Lockwood & Co., which we’re loving. We finished the first two books and so far we’re really enjoying the series based on them. It’s been a lot of fun to read and watch these together.

And now for another week at school. I still have FIVE WEEKS until summer break. Which just feels like so many weeks. It’s going to be a loooong trek to the finish line.

I’m so glad I didn’t quit

I’ve been thinking a lot about how I considered quitting martial arts, and how glad I am that I didn’t.

I was thinking of quitting because it was getting hard, and it didn’t feel as fun. I would commit to going, then convince myself I shouldn’t go over small scheduling complications, because I didn’t really want to go. I avoided the classes that taught the harder stuff, because they left me feeling mentally drained. I got stuck, and stopped making meaningful progress.

Then I committed to testing, so I had to show up. And when I showed up, and worked on the hard stuff, it got easier. The high belt class stopped feeling so draining. As I gained confidence, it even started to feel fun. It was rewarding to see myself progress. Skills that I struggle so long to master finally started to click. It started to make sense.

Now that I’m a blue belt I’m working on skills that come more intuitively. I feel so comfortable being taken to the ground that sometimes it’s exhilarating. Moves that used to furrow my brow with concentration now come naturally. It’s a lot of fun.

I used to show up begrudgingly to assist every other week. Now I’m happy to assist every week. Last Friday I taught my first kids’ class. I’m just really happy at the dojo now. My experience there has totally changed.

I’m really glad I stuck with it. That I not only decided to test but committed to really knowing my stuff and testing well. When I was prepping I assumed I’d just hang out at this level for a long time, but I’m already interested in learning the new stuff. I’m going to be attending the high belt and grappling classes from the get go, not just waiting until I want to test to go to them.

Who woulda thought that if I showed up even when it got hard, that eventually it would get easier? So weird how that happened. 🤣🤦‍♀️😉

Perimenopause confirmed?

Actually, I think it’s not.

Confirmed I mean. The perimenopause.

I don’t fucking know.

How exactly am I supposed to know? I rarely got my period, without the help of hormonal contraception, in my 20s. I’ve had an ablation*, so even if I were menstruating, I shouldn’t be bleeding much, if at all. If the hallmark signs of perimenopause are wonky cycles, how does a person who already had wonky cycles determine when they are newly wonky?

If someone has boiled their uterine lining away, how are they supposed to tell what their cycles are like at all?

But I was pretty sure I was starting perimenopause. And now I’m pretty sure I’m not. I think I actually supplemented my way back into cycling. That may seem insane, but I supplemented my way into more regular cycles when I was trying to conceive. B-vitamin and Chaste Berry (Vitex) lengthened my cycles from 18-21 days to 26, which was a huge difference. And I’ve been taking B-vitamin again to manage perimenopause symptoms. And the perimenopause supplement I got has Chaste Berry too, so I’m kind of taking what I used to take when I was trying to get pregnant. Maybe its enough (with my diminished ovarian reserve) to get me cycling again.

Because I do seem to be having pretty regular cycles this calendar year. Every 18-20 days I have light spotting for 2-3 days. This past cycle was almost 27 days, and the spotting has lasted for 4 days so far. Which is long for me. This is exactly what it was like when supplements helped stretch out my cycles when I was TTC. Is that what’s happening now? Or is this just the stage of perimenopause I’m in right now? I honestly don’t know, and I don’t know if I’ll ever know.

And maybe it doesn’t matter. If managing perimenopause is about managing symptoms, and the worst ones have faded (I haven’t had a true night sweat since the new year), that’s really all that matters. I, of course, would love to hold off early menopause for a number of reasons (bone density being my biggest concern). My RE said I’d be in menopause by my early 40s, but he didn’t know how much my cycle loves a B-vitamin boost!

I don’t freaking know. It’s frustrating to again be confused by my reproductive system, which literally never worked right. It’s frustrating to have the medical establishment just shrug their collective shoulders and turn away. But it’s not surprising, and as I have before, I can keep looking for my own answers to the questions Western medicine deems unworthy of a response.

If anyone has gone through perimenopause or menopause and has any suggestions, I’d love to hear them. Thanks for sharing anything insights you can!

*I got an ablation several years ago because my organ prolapse was so bad that I can’t wear a cup or tampon for protection (when your cervix sits literally at the vaginal opening, there is no where for it go to but out!) and even though my period was light and short, it still made swimming really difficult in the summer. And since I love to be in the water, my doctors agreed an ablation made sense. I had no bleeding for about two years after the procedure, but in the past few years I have spotted (very lightly) when I’m cycling. My pessary, which I wear always (I only take it out when having sex), also helps manage my light flow.

The weekend I needed

It was a nice weekend. First of all, NO ONE WAS SICK! I can’t believe it was just last weekend that I was puking everywhere, and the weekend before that my husband was out of town and my son was puking everywhere. No wonder I’ve been so underwater lately!

Also, the sun came out today! It’s been raining all week (again!) and it rained most of Saturday, but today it was positively brilliant out. My son and I walked all the way home from the Mission, so we definitely had a chance to enjoy it.

Here is our weekend recap:

Friday night I taught the kids’ class at the dojo (my first time!). Then I got some stuff done at home while the kids played their video games.

Saturday morning I went to the general class, and sparring at the dojo. When I got home, my son’s friend came over for a sleep over that we scheduled six weeks ago (this friend is VERY busy). I took them both to a bowling alley in Pacifica that is going to close at the end of the month, both to bowl and to pick up my daughter from a birthday party. But the wait was too long for the timing to work, so my in-laws graciously agreed to come get her.

After two fun games of bowling, the boys and I got In-n-Out on the way home. The boys played video games while I watched my Spanish language show downstairs (and my husband went to a concert). The boys were in bed by 10:30 and my husband and I finished a movie we started last weekend before I got sick. At some point I got my story forms done for the three 1A classes, which was the bulk of the work I absolutely had to get done this weekend.

Sunday morning I got some laundry done and took the bearded dragon out for his bath in the sun. Then the boys and I went to see the new Guardians of the Galaxy movie at the Alamo Drafthouse. We walked the friend home after the movie, then walked all the way home ourselves.

My husband met us on the way home so we could just keep going to the library, where we returned a massive amount of books, and checked out a few more.

I was going to run, but the wind had picked up, and it was pretty late, so I hopped on the elliptical machine, where I got all my 1A digital portfolios started. These have been weighing on me, so getting them started is huge. I’m also wrote this blog post!

Tonight I still have to finalize and download all the 1A video skits from a couple weeks ago, but that is the only thing that has to get done before I go to bed tonight, and it shouldn’t take too long. All in all, a pretty low key weekend. I’m so glad my son’s sleep over was a success. He’s been waiting to have this friend over for a looooong time, so I wanted it to be a lot of fun. And they assured me it was! Hooray!

Respond, not react

As I predicted, I’m feeling a bit better. I’m still feeling stressed and overwhelmed, but not quite so at the edge. Or maybe just at the edge or something less menacing. Less daunting.

The irritability lingers. I’m trying hard to stop and give myself time to respond, instead of react. I am so, so reactive lately. It’s like I’m looking for a reason to jump at someone. Why?

I struggle so much with stopping long enough to respond. Reacting is like scratching an itch. Something compels me. Sometimes I even pause enough to recognize what I’m doing, but I’m still compelled to yell, or speak with a hostile tone. It’s like a tic almost. Like I can’t not do it.

Why is that? Is it just that my reactive neuro pathways are so we’ll work that I can’t access other options?

What if I spend the rest of my life trying to change and I just can’t?

I ordered a menopause supplement that an acquaintance recommended. She said it really stopped her from being such a bitch. 🤣 That sounds like EXACTLY what I need. I know perimenopause can cause mood swings and irritability. If this supplement helps tame those symptoms, I might as well give it a try. (I know for sure Magnesium equalizes my mood a ton. If something else can help even half as much, it’s worth it.)

I’m going to press publish on this even though it’s lacking a coherent ending. Better published now than left in my draft folder forever.

Better, but not 100%

Well it’s day four and I ate a bowl or bone broth with saltines and then… toast with margarine… and jam! Gasp! And so far, I have not been relegated to the bathroom once!

Yesterday all I ate was two bowls of rice and I was in the bathroom every 5-10 minutes from 10pm until after midnight. I’m really hoping that today I’m finally turning a corner.

Yesterday I was also at work. I didn’t eat at work and that meant I didn’t have to use the bathroom at work, which was my goal. I was tired and totally out of it (oh my god I haven’t had coffee in so long), but I got through the day and didn’t crash until after my bowls of rice hit me in the evening.

This stomach flu has been brutal. I am so, so over it and so, so ready to feel – and eat! – normally again.

And I need to feel normal again, because I’ve fallen into a pretty negative headspace and it’s hard to reset when I’m fighting viral gastroenteritis. The negativity started before the stomach bug, but I don’t have to strength to start turning it around until after the stomach bug.

I’m just so irritable. I’m always finding fault, in myself and others. I’m always snapping at everyone, my kids, my husband, my students. Everyone is getting on my last nerve! Why won’t anyone just listen to me and do what I said the first time I said it? Why?!

It’s definitely May and I’m definitely in the throes of it.

The thing is April was rough. The first two weeks I was neck deep in test prep. Then the minute the test was over my husband was out of town, then before he came back my son had this viral gastro. Then right as my son got over it my daughter got it, then I went down, then my husband after me. And now it’s the first week of May! April was intense and I need some time and space to reset, but May will not be affording me either. It is, as always, chocked full of commitments and celebrations. I need to figure out Mother’s Day, and my daughter’s birthday (first week of June). I have to wrap up a ton of stuff in my classes. We have our “Celebration of Learning” (previous billed as “Open House”) and other end of the year fare (even though we don’t get out until June 15th! Why?!) The kids get out June 2nd so their schools have events as well. May is always a lot, and I always feel overwhelmed, and I stumble through, and then I get to the end of the school year and I can breathe a sigh of relief. I certainly never learn to do it better, or well.

I wondered if I should even write here, feeling this way. I know by next week I’ll feel at least a little better. But I don’t read a lot of blogs where people say that they feel shitty and overwhelmed and aren’t sure how they’re going to get it all done, but not in a “but I will, tah dah!” way, but in a palms dragging over face in desperation way. I really do feel way in the weeds right now, and the weeks I have lined up at work make me blanche. But I can’t push anything because we’re at the wire. There just isn’t anywhere to push it. I either get it done, or I don’t. And there is already so much I don’t get done in a year, I hate to scrap the things I’ve prioritized over many years of planning.

Some brighter points: Students made their elective preferences for next year and it looks like the Spanish program is more popular than ever. I’m really hoping we have enough 1B students to make two smaller classes instead of one 34 student class (that one 34 student class has been way too much this year), and that we can prioritize 7th graders in 1A so we an even bigger pool of possible 1B students next year. I’m proud that my program is thriving – I’ve worked really hard on it and students clearly hear that it’s worth while. For many years I didn’t have enough Spanish students to fill my schedule and I had to teach other classes (or Spanish at another school!) Now there are kids worried they won’t get into Spanish (and it might actually be the case). It’s crazy to think how far my little Spanish program has come.

At home: things are better with my husband. I’m still feeling the bulk of my negativity directed at him, but I’m not vocalizing it (ineffectively) anymore. I know I’m doing too much and need to ask for more help, and we have decided to get a house cleaner (but no one can recommend one and I’m just not in a head space to take that one until after the school year is over). I think once we get back into our routines, I will feel less like I’m shouldering everything. And when I have made specific requests he’s been happy to oblige (although he doesn’t always do things in the way I’d like (or that makes any sense to me!), but I keep that to myself).

This is awful

Thursday night my daughter got what my son had, only so much worse.

Last night I got it too. It’s some viral gastroenteritis thing going around. No fever but brutal GI symptoms. If our plumbing survives it will be a miracle.

My daughter is on day three and still feels awful, so I can be sure I won’t be at school tomorrow. I hope I can make it back Tuesday. My friend can cover tomorrow so I don’t have to write up amazing plans. She can do a lot with a little.

I haven’t been this sick in a long time. I hope I’m over it soon.

Just needing to be seen

I’m feeling frustrated by things at home this week, about expectations, that are placed on me. That I place on myself. I’m always struggling to know which are which, but it’s hard. Probably impossible. And when I try to talk to my husband about it I just get shut down.

Now is not a good time.

I’m not going to do this right now.

I ask when, but I don’t get an answer.

And I realize that really I just want to be seen. I need to be seen. I need all the shit I do to be acknowledged. Because surely if he saw it all, he would never balk at my request for extended time at the dojo. Or a couple hours to go on a run. If he had to sit in the traffic I sit in just one afternoon, to take our daughter to swimming. If he really stopped to think how much time it takes to do all the laundry. Or shake out all the rugs. Or clean out and wipe down the compost bin, and the recycle bin, and the cats boxes. To wipe down the bathroom sinks and the kitchen sink and the laundry sink. The microwave. And toaster oven. The stove top. The dish rack when it gets so gross in the spot where the water pools.

If he really saw it. If he really saw me. Surely he’d feel differently. And then he’s act differently. And then I’d feel differently.

Or maybe he wouldn’t. Maybe I just need to skip to the feeling differently without him doing making any changes. Maybe I just need ask for what I need – demand it – and let him feel however that makes him feel.

Maybe that is the answer.

On not finishing strong

Sunday my son got sick. It started as a stomach ache, then he threw up out the window of the car. He kept throwing up all day, and of course couldn’t go to school on Monday.

My husband usually takes off when the kids are sick; he can work from home so he doesn’t have to “take the day,” especially now that they are older and require less interaction. But he was flying home from New York on Monday, so I had to call in.

Neither of my preferred subs could take the job, so I assumed my colleagues would be covering for me. I was up until 1am writing my sub plans and prepping the work my students would do. On Monday morning I was exhausted, but felt good about what I’d put together.

Except a sub did end up taking my classes. And she didn’t really do anything I asked. She told most of my students that they could just do whatever they wanted. It was really frustrating. It’s one thing to know you can just say, have them kill the period on their computers and eat the day! I hate wasting a day, but I don’t mind not writing sub plans! It’s another to stay up until 1am writing sub plans and have the sub eat the day anyway. So this week I’ve been trying to get caught up, both mentally and physically from the lack of sleep, and at work from the wasted day. It’s been hard to let go of my anger and frustration.

That might be because I’m feeling some anger and frustration at home too. My husband came home Monday afternoon exhausted and stressed out, and while I prepared myself for not getting much, if any, help on Monday, it’s Wednesday and I still feel like I need to be offering support, instead of the other way around. And I can’t help but wonder what he would do if I came home from a six day trip and retreated to the standing desk to because I was totally overwhelmed with work. I just can’t imagine that would fly.

Whatever energy I had last week is gone now. Maybe I burned through it? Maybe it’s hormonal? (JJ asked about this, but now that solidly in perimenopause, I don’t really know if I have what can be called a “cycle” anymore, though hormones shifts definitely affect me. In fact, I think they affect me more than they did before, I’m just totally unaware of what they’re doing at any given time. It’s very frustrating.)

Probably it’s both that I went too hard last week, and my hormones are fluctuating. Ultimately it doesn’t much matter, because I have to figure out where I am at, and plan accordingly. It does such though, that in the end, I did not finish strong. I was so pleased by last week, but Sunday to know how has been one big prolonged crash and burn.

Maybe next week will be better.