Re: Zoning Out

[Anonymous]

Yeah, I’ve zoned out. I texted my husband before leaving school the other day, telling him I’d like to chat since I was stressed to the limit. He told me he would be leaving his office in about 10 minutes (he has about an hour’s commute as do I). Great! I’d head home, and he’d be home right around the shortly after because I was already headed that way.

I arrive home and grab the mail key and head down the street to the mail box. Wow! There’s a card inside from Canada Post telling me that there’s a parcel for me at the post office. Yeah! I head to the house, grab my car keys and head to the post office. I picked up the parcel and as I walk through the store (the PO is located in a drug store) and manage to ignore all the snacks (despite my growling stomach because I’ve missed breakfast and only had time for a container of yogurt at recess).

As I walk through the store I was thinking that the store was very empty. I guessed every one must be home eating dinner. I leave, drive home and hop out of the car. I’m shocked because there is a car directly behind mine in the driveway. WHERE did that come from? Hubby instantly hops out, (and I’m thinking where did you come from? He must have pulled in right behind me and I NEVER even saw him!! I’m sure not a very observant driver… kinda scary. You need to pay more attention to who is right behind you)

He walks up to me and says, “Are you okay? Are you in a brain fog?” Well, I had texted him that I’d had a bad day but am I in a brain fog? What’s he talking about? So I ask him that.

duh. Apparently he stopped by the drug store on his way home to pick up some candy and lo and behold, I was there in the store. Apparently, as I walked down the aisle toward him , he called my name. As I passed right by him, he called my name again. I just kept walking. Remember, this is the same store I had only a few minutes ago had noticed as being empty. He exited right behind me and hopped in his car and followed me home.

Brain fog. Yeah, I was zoned out. At least that’s my story and I’m sticking to it. It was one of those days that teachers like to forget. At least the teachers who teach a special ed contained “behaviour” class. Every single one of my students is ADD (+ a bunch of other really nasty other things. *sigh* Tomorrow is a new day!

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