It was the worst of the worst Wednesday
Teaching is hard when Spring hits. Kids get distracted, kids want to be outside, kids make bad choices.
Teachers pay for it.
For all of the years I was in school (or that my kids have been in school) and I didn't appreciate how hard Spring is in a classroom, I apologize to you teachers.
I put in many extra hours over the weekend grading a big assignment and had a long meeting after school yesterday that I wasn't expecting. I walked in the door after 4 to the smell of dinner cooking--I'd forgotten my unusual foresight earlier that morning in putting a roast in the crockpot.
Thirty minutes later the smell wasn't quite so appetizing.
Who burns a roast in the CROCKPOT?
That would be me. I know you can't really tell because my crockpot is black, but trust me when I say that broth was not a base for a perfect au jus.
Alexander and I had much in common on that terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
I wanted to crawl in bed and not get up again.
Instead, I called in a quick pizza order. And when the back door opened, I could hear my classically trained daughter-in-law singing some beautiful aria from her house.
That was enough to turn the day around enough so I could make it till bedtime.
That must be the solution--good pizza, beautiful music, and a forgiving family.
Not a day I will revisit often in my memory.
Yesterday was the last day of school before Spring Break. It, too, was a hard day, but luckily not as bad as its predecessor. I've never looked forward to a break more in my life, even as a student. Just as I was packing up my bag to leave, the secretary knocked on my office door with the most beautiful bouquet I've ever received in her arms.
All the anonymous note said was, "Thanks for all you do."
To whoever sent the flowers, thanks for making me smile and turning the bad days around.
Teaching is hard when Spring hits. Kids get distracted, kids want to be outside, kids make bad choices.
Teachers pay for it.
For all of the years I was in school (or that my kids have been in school) and I didn't appreciate how hard Spring is in a classroom, I apologize to you teachers.
I put in many extra hours over the weekend grading a big assignment and had a long meeting after school yesterday that I wasn't expecting. I walked in the door after 4 to the smell of dinner cooking--I'd forgotten my unusual foresight earlier that morning in putting a roast in the crockpot.
Thirty minutes later the smell wasn't quite so appetizing.
Who burns a roast in the CROCKPOT?
That would be me. I know you can't really tell because my crockpot is black, but trust me when I say that broth was not a base for a perfect au jus.
Alexander and I had much in common on that terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
I wanted to crawl in bed and not get up again.
Instead, I called in a quick pizza order. And when the back door opened, I could hear my classically trained daughter-in-law singing some beautiful aria from her house.
That was enough to turn the day around enough so I could make it till bedtime.
That must be the solution--good pizza, beautiful music, and a forgiving family.
Not a day I will revisit often in my memory.
Yesterday was the last day of school before Spring Break. It, too, was a hard day, but luckily not as bad as its predecessor. I've never looked forward to a break more in my life, even as a student. Just as I was packing up my bag to leave, the secretary knocked on my office door with the most beautiful bouquet I've ever received in her arms.
To whoever sent the flowers, thanks for making me smile and turning the bad days around.
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