that dang bear

You know that saying…

“Sometimes you eat the bear and sometimes the bear eats you”?

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Well that saying sort of summed up my weekend.

It started with a surprise snow day on Friday.

I teach in an urban school district that almost never closes due to inclement weather–which West Michigan is famous for this time of year.

The weather all week had been pretty terrible.

One day there were over 400 school closings.  But not mine.

So I was shocked Friday when mine closed so early…when Cort announced I could stay in bed.

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I definitely ate the bear on Friday.

I stayed away from all the world until noon. I read, I dozed, I read some more.

I did not come out of my room…or my bed…until the clock said “p.m.”

It was the first time in probably two+ years (other than when I have been sick).

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The afternoon brought nothing but great things.

New boots–for no other reason than because she thought they would look great with my skinny jeans–from a company  friend who exudes kindness and love.

My new book from BlogHer Book Club arrived just as I finished the Anne Lamont book I was reading.

The History Channel had a Modern Marvels marathon playing.

And I did nothing but enjoy it.

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I was totally rested and ready for all the boys to get home from such a snowy day.

We had dinner as a family.

Laughed our way through family time.

The boys went to bed well.

And Cort and I were able to actually watch TV together.

On Friday, I ate that bear in one bite.

199And then Saturday arrived.

The bear, apparently, wanted revenge.

I got up around 8am to three happy boys.

But somewhere in all the “GET ALL THE THINGS DONE” of the day…

and the lack of nap from Eddie (oh yeah, we are experimenting with nap. Ugh)…

and Charlie not eating very well OR sleeping very well…

I lost it.

And the bear?

Well, he ate me.

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I feel like I am in a constant battle of being eaten by the bear and then apologizing to everyone for it being my fault.

But that is another post.

Or something to talk about in therapy next week.

Whatever.

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Can’t win ‘em all, I s’pose.

Sunday the bear and I met in the middle.

It seemed that perhaps he was going to take a healthy bite again.

But I just took a nap.

It’s the whole theory of playing dead so that the bear will avoid you.

And he did.

I wouldn’t say I ate him, but he sure didn’t eat me.

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I’m thankful for my family.

For Anne Lamont books that say exactly exactly what I need to read.

For the #SheReadsTruth Soul Detox plan.

For my SAD Lamp.

For friends who are lights in my darkness…even when they don’t know I have darkness.

Or that they are being a life-giving light.

Mostly, I am thankful for the three guys I am blessed to live with.

I know those days that the bear eats me are rough.

But on the days when I eat the bear?

Oh yeah.

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I broke out my DSLR camera for the first time in months on Sunday.  Whatcha think? I feel rusty.

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About Katie Sluiter

Just a small town girl...wait no. That is a Journey song. Katie Sluiter is a small town girl, but she is far from living in a lonely world. She is a high school English teacher, college adjunct instructor, freelance writer, mother, and wife. Life has thrown her a fair share of challenges, but her belief is that writing through them makes her stronger.

Comments

  1. Not to sound too stalkery, but i could look at that sixth pic of Charlie all day long.

    As usual, a great post! I’m always so impressed with the way you can put things into perspective (and write about it so profoundly).

    • Right? He is so funny. He REFUSED to smile at me. In fact, I took about 220 photos, and these (plus maybe 10 more) were the only “usable” ones because he was trying to attack me and get his hands on the camera. Once I gave him my lens cap, he was happy. Ha!

      And thank you for your kind words :) Stalk away, friend!

  2. I hope that some day, the bear will go into hibernation, truly.

    Love the photos!

    • yeah, me too. But really? I think we all have these days. Even without letters like OCD and PPD and stuff. Ya know?

      And thanks. I was playing with Charlie and thought…hey! We have TONS of light in here today! And I ran and dusted off my camera :)

  3. I love the pics of lil man staring out the window his leg warmers are too stinking adorable. I think I have several bear ate me days. It sucks it truly does.. Here is hoping the bear moves away to another state with a warmer climate

    • Ha ha! Thanks…he does have the most photographic thighs :)

      And yeah, we totally all have bear days. They suck, but as long as we keep getting through them, we are doing pretty good, I think.

  4. I love the pics of Charlie’s legs… between the chunkiness and the legwarmers; it’s a double dose of cute. Hope this week is better and you get to take a bite out of the bear more than the other way around!

    • Ha ha! Right? I can’t get enough of his legs! It’s one of my favorite parts of this baby phase…chubby thighs :)

      Thanks for your words of encouragement! I hope I can tame that bear this week too!

  5. The photos and the words are beautiful. :-)

  6. In Soviet Russia, the bear eat whole family.

    You’ll get a kick out of this. Duffy works, one day a week, at the childwatch room at the local Y. It’s not for the money, but for the (essentially) free gym membership for the family. However, because she is on the roster, she has to go in, every now & then, and work on a weekend. And that weekend was this past weekend.

    So Duffy woke up early and went to work out, and then i dropped the kids off at the child watch some time after she started working. And I, then, proceeded to work out. Only my mother called & put a stop to things. After I got her (my mom) calmed down, I showered & did all of the things that I need to do before presenting myself to the world. And I then went to Starbucks.

    I drove home from Starbucks with nary a care in the world — I had coffee, therefore life was good. Except I walked in the front door just as Duffy was doing the same (she had been wrestling with the kids, getting them out of the minivan, in the garage, when I came home). I was carrying a coffee. She had just been dealing with a room full of kids.

    I felt like the biggest prat this side of the Mississippi.