Exhausted

After a long work day, leading a drama club rehearsal, attending a city hall meeting and cooking dinner, all I can think about right now is sleep. So today I am thankful for my big bed and my electric blanket inside of my warm house, which I no longer have to share with a roommate. Life is good.

Sweet dreams!

These are just five of the twenty-three people I'm thankful for today.



Today was a teacher work day, and, guess what? I missed these guys! It's not fun to be at school without the kids. Sometimes I feel overwhelmed, I'm almost always exhausted, and sometimes I wonder if I can really do this for the next thirty years. And then one of these kids smiles at me. Or holds my hand. Or tells me that they love me. Or discovers they can do something they thought they never could. And I'm no longer overwhelmed, no longer tired, and completely sure that this is the job I was born to do.

I am a teacher. For those faces right there. (I wish you could see them because they're so stinkin' cute :))) And I am so thankful for each of those little smiles, missing teeth and all.

I don't think I could start my experiment in thanksgiving any other way. What is beyond thankful? That is what I feel for my mom. She is my best friend, my rock, my sounding board, my teacher, my role model. I know that not everyone is blessed with a mom like mine - I see these mothers every year in my parent-teacher conferences. There have been many times that I have hung up the phone with a parent in my class and immediately dialed my mom to thank her for the kind of parent she was, and is. I am thankful for the way she mothered me, and I am thankful for having her as an example when I am one day a mother myself. I love you, Pammy, and I am thankful for YOU!

I'm Thankful

I cannot believe that today we began the month of November. Where has this year gone? I really feel like it has flown by. Last year I was counting down the days until Christmas break, but this year I'm willing time to slow down a little bit. I'm not ready for the holidays!

I've decided to give myself a challenge for the month of November. Every day I'm going to write about something I'm thankful for. I know we all sit around the table on the fourth Thursday of this month and talk about how we're thankful for our health and our families, but I think that this gratitude challenge will be a positive one for me. What better way to get ready for the holidays than to remind yourself of all you have to be thankful for?

Anyone want to join me?

Dear P90X,

I know I promised that we would have our first date tonight, but this migraine seems to have plans of its own. Can we reschedule for tomorrow?


Thanks,

LA

I'm pretty sure I'm single-handedly keeping Kleenex in business right now...

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I love fall. It is my very favorite season. I love the changing leaves, wearing pants and long sleeves, celebrating my birthday(!), college football season...I could go on forever.

BUT.

There is one thing about fall that I HATE. At least here in good ol' GA, the weather is crazy. This morning when I left for work it was 43*. When I left to get margaritas with the teacher crew (errr...I mean, go home? :))? It was 85*.

A 42* difference. In the same day. WTH?

So, thank you fall weather for stealing my voice and taking over my sinuses. Please make up your mind about your current state so that I can breathe and talk again. I really do love you, but I don't like you very much right now. Thanks.

17

Since my principal announced during morning meeting that today is my birthday, my students insisted that I tell them how old I am. I don't really want to tell them because I don't want them running home and telling their parents and having their parents doubt my ability because of my age. So I did the only logical thing.

I told them I was seven.

I told them that I'm in first grade just like them, so I must be turning seven just like they will all turn seven this year.

"You're not seven!" they shouted, "You're not a kid!"

"Yeah!" one insisted, "You're sevenTEEN! You're a teenager!"

And, to my room full of six year olds, that was a perfectly logical conclusion.

So scratch 25. I think I will be 17 forever. :)