So I got out of bed at a reasonable time (I'm finding having weird dreams helps me get up; this morning there was something going on about my father-in-law and buying antiques and I think I was lost somewhere cold), ate some cashews (better than my typical nothing), read e-mails and a couple of blogs, and was still able to get presentable AND help my kids with breakfast & hairbrushing (not at the same time). I arrived at school earlier than usual, had everything I needed copied and organized on time, my classes were particularly attentive (I made sure nothing was unzipped or unbuttoned or otherwise exposing inappropriate parts). We had a delightful recent college grad tour around the classrooms, claiming he would like to teach with us. I don't mean to sound dubious but when I was offered this job, my principal half-jokingly mentioned (a few times) that she was hiring the only person who would substitute at the school. We are currently employing our fourth science/math teacher within a three year span. Finding someone else who wants to be with us is exciting but since our hopes have been dashed often, we've become wary.
After school I finished a few key tasks before heading to pick up the kids and seeing no one needing to
Good (smart) husband brought home the chicken/bacon/garlic/artichoke heart pizza one of my students tipped me off to today (I'm thinking extra credit for them both; different versions, of course). Homework done without sadness, time to write a post in peace, wine in the fridge patiently waiting for the kids to get in bed. I bet I could find a piece of chocolate somewhere, too. Ah, life is beautiful.