Chapter 4: Keeping the Beat
Chapter 4: Keeping the Beat Here I am, lifting my head out of the Mommy Fog to sniff around a bit before descending back down. I am now 3 months into being a mother of two, and no one could have ever prepared me for how impossible it sometimes feels. Not that I'm suggesting that people didn't try, but no amount of "horror stories" or warnings from other people can possibly live up to the reality. On the one hand, it still feels so new and foreign. On the other hand, the last three months have felt like three years. I have been desperately, yet patiently, trying to find my groove. It's painfully evident to everyone who has been around me lately that I have had...well...not much success. (me, to everyone and everything in my life) When I'm teaching, I have some semblance of control. I have my classroom, and in that classroom, I have rules and procedures. I have expectations. I have an ever-rotating room full of teenagers who are (more or less) capable of under...