Oh, sweet husband...already the end of October? Time flies when you are a teacher. Seriously, blink my eyes and a month has passed since I have nurtured this little blog. {For the 4 of you that actually read this} I took my first day off of school today because I felt like I was going to, well, DIE, this weekend. Irony, I was supposed to get my flu shot today. Sweet.
Confession: I did sneak up to school at 6:30 this morning because...
A. couldn't sleep and was wide awake at 4:47
B. wanted to write dry erase hearts on my littles' desks and sharpen them a special pencil
C. am a complete CONTROL FREAK and couldn't bear having a sub come with no plans or materials laid out and my room left a wreck because I bolted Friday to go to Hannah's soccer game
OR
D. all of the above.
Pinky-finger drumroll......D. D for DUH. Especially the control freak part. I did my best to plan at home and delegate, but there's only so much you can do when you're trapped under blankets and between couch cushions contemplating what the least painful position is to lay in. My clothes hurt, my knees hurt, my teeth hurt, my hair hurt. I was pretty pitiful.
During these weeks that just seem to fly by, you always have a way of making me smile. Like presenting our dinner like you were persuading a Chopped panel of judges of the tastiness of your dish.
I just love life with you. Even though I work a LOT and work even harder to find a way to get it all done any possible way faster, have not been good at extending grace, crave Cinnamon Toast Crunch ((still can't believe you went out to get that and Jell-O for me)), and haven't pursued you diligently. You stay. You are the Greek to my Yogurt {let me know how that Pomegranate one is, kay?}
Confession: I did sneak up to school at 6:30 this morning because...
A. couldn't sleep and was wide awake at 4:47
B. wanted to write dry erase hearts on my littles' desks and sharpen them a special pencil
C. am a complete CONTROL FREAK and couldn't bear having a sub come with no plans or materials laid out and my room left a wreck because I bolted Friday to go to Hannah's soccer game
OR
D. all of the above.
Pinky-finger drumroll......D. D for DUH. Especially the control freak part. I did my best to plan at home and delegate, but there's only so much you can do when you're trapped under blankets and between couch cushions contemplating what the least painful position is to lay in. My clothes hurt, my knees hurt, my teeth hurt, my hair hurt. I was pretty pitiful.
During these weeks that just seem to fly by, you always have a way of making me smile. Like presenting our dinner like you were persuading a Chopped panel of judges of the tastiness of your dish.
I just love life with you. Even though I work a LOT and work even harder to find a way to get it all done any possible way faster, have not been good at extending grace, crave Cinnamon Toast Crunch ((still can't believe you went out to get that and Jell-O for me)), and haven't pursued you diligently. You stay. You are the Greek to my Yogurt {let me know how that Pomegranate one is, kay?}
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