My dear friend Shana (clearly gunning for bff status; we'll talk) posted this pic on my Facebook page today. It was, by far, the best part of my Monday.
Being a teacher, especially one of teens prone to hardship [real & manufactured], I often espouse such uplifting mantras as "It's not the end of the world" and "Things will get better." However,
- Brand new darling $acrazyamountevenwitha20%offcoupon shoes that make my former bunion weep for a few hours before it just goes numb
- Not getting tea because the limping throws off my errand-running
- The throbbing headache that starts one minute into my first class
- Forgetting to manage a number of key tasks for students, 3 days before the end of the quarter
- Can't get hold of the yearbook guy to download our software [again] before things are even more overdue
- Canker sores
- Getting a chocolate cupcake instead of the chocolate chip coffee cake I asked for
- Eating the damned cupcake rather than telling the barista he got it wrong
- No time or energy to
stalksee Blockbuster guy
- Online class I need to finish before March that I haven't yet started
- Children forgetting to do chores when they get home
- Children rolling eyes and groaning when reminded to do chores
- Being too tired & cold to check the mail
- Being too tired & cold to make dinner
- Cluttered countertops
- Box of ornaments still without a home
- Son not fitting into 2/3 of his underwear & jeans
- My stupid healing foot still too swollen for the fluffy cute slippers Stu got me for Christmas
- Needing friend time but feeling too weary & scattered to schedule
Intellectually I know I'm spinning (and things will get better; it's not the end of the world). Emotionally, however, I desperately want those Glee men to bust through my door and...do something. Anything. Sing a song, clean my counters, check the mail. All of the above, realistically & metaphorically.
Here's to hard days.