it's not that i don't have anything to say. it's like the ideas and words are fighting each other to come out of my brain and the result is an explosion of nothing worth putting down on paper. so many ideas are ticking through my head... the preschool observations i did today, my thoughts on poverty in education, the little one whose anger we're trying to crack the code on, my bff's latest exploits (the kid told me to "just relax" yesterday when i told him to start at the beginning of his reading book. "just relax". yeah, his words did not have the calming influenced he hoped).
bare with me through this. the words will come, my sentences will make sense again (or at least as much as anyone can hope), and perhaps at some point i'll figure out what i'm trying to say.