5.8.12
5.8.12 |
I am unbelievably
lucky. I go to work each day, walk
through the door and it doesn’t feel like work.
Every day I get to do a job that cracks me up, a job that I absolutely
adore. I get to have a blast Monday through Friday – and I get paid for it.
I think I knew I wanted to
teach as early as kindergarten. If you
ask any of my friends I would bet a million bucks that they would support that
statement. Don’t get me wrong, there are
days that getting out of bed is the last thing I want to do. There are days where the shoe tying, the
crying, the whining, and the boogers make me want to throw things.
But then there are the days
where one of my kids, on his way to put away his overflowing writer’s notebook,
randomly exclaims “look Grommet, we’ve got cheese!” Then there are the days where in the middle
of silent reading; a six year old cracks up at the funny part of a book. Then there are the days that you are on the
brink, the absolute brink of throwing things because you are juggling too many
things. Pretending not to worry or think
or stress about too many things – and something like this shows up on your
desk.
I am unbelievably lucky.
Great post! I may not like the days one of my kids poos their pants, but when I have a three year old that simply says, "Miss Burger, thanks for everything," my heart just melts! :-) Missin' HB...
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