There's just so so much that you don't understand.

And I pray you never have to.


~Amber

I've never been able to juggle. Not technically. But I can multi task like no other. Just give me a pad of paper to make a list and I become a legitimate octopus. But when it comes to processing, I'm deader than an over heated goldfish from the state fair.

When emotions hit me, my brain doesn't do. It pauses and my heart starts to feel. I instantly feel it in my neck. My shoulders become rocks of pain and tension. I can do nothing but sigh. Rage is the last thing on my palette. But it's there. And I can feel it. And I can control it. But I struggle with it. Rather, it struggles over me.
Do you struggle with rage?

I really can't stand when others are affected. I instantly become mother bear.

Is that ok?

Cheers to me. This momma bear is headed to the woods for a bit.

~Amber

Scholar verbage

I have been hanging out in the Scholars classroom in the afternoons, closing the classroom until a better suit comes along, but I'm really enjoying the age group and the kids. There are only two boys in the class, so usually when 5 o' clock hits, the girls and I color and play in the centers and talk about our likes and dislikes and what they did that day and they talk about everything under the sun. Working with four year olds, I know how you yell at your kids and husbands and wives and what you talk about on the phone and what you think about your mother in law and what she thinks of you and your spouse :) But I also had an epiphany hanging out with those girls. I would love love love to teach at a private girls acadamey one day. Math Science English with young girls has got to be one of the best things I could ever do with my life.

But I'm going to share with you quotes of just today:

B: "Can we play rainbow puppies?"

z: (talking about what they had learned about Presidents this week and which coins they are on): "the one with the spiked up poof hair? He died"

t: I just hit you in the weiner (talking to me)

me: Oh my word sir, what do you think you are doing?
g: what? we are just holding hands....

c: when you have babies, a puppy dog goes inside you to help (lead) the babies to come out and then they just fall out
me; (imagine my face) "yes baby girl. That is exactly what happens" (i continue sweeping bewildered)

s: Don't you think my color(ing) is just fabulous darling?!

Out of the mouth of babes. I really do need to write a book. :)
Love,
Miss Ammer