There’s three incoming 9th grade boys outside my window in the grass for their 15 min break. They’ve been given a frisbee and as I watch them I realize that neither of the boys know how to throw a frisbee properly. That’s makes me a little sad.
Im so grateful for a man who loves me through my bad days as much as he does my good days. I’ve never been so deeply and wholeheartedly loved by a man like this.
Every day I walk into my room at resource time and turn my light off so I can work in the dark quietly while my kids are out. Every day my teammate or someone comes beating at my our wanting to talk. I’m tired 😩
Had a parent come to the school smelling like straight 🍃 ⛽️.. they left over and hour and a half ago and you can STILL smell it in the halls and my classroom.
Our car line team plays music in the mornings. Cool, I enjoy Gracie’s Corner, Kids Bop, etc. BUT nothing urks me more than those gospel song mixes they play. I do not want to hear Put a Praise on It x Rock Yo Hips and Presence of the Lord x She Twerkin’ 😒 play the actual song.
I finally went outside for a little bit today. I’ve been in bed sick with a stomach virus since Sunday. Not exactly how I planned to spend my spring break but I’m getting the rest I needed so I’m good.
I honestly hadn’t felt stressed about testing at all. However, after my kids finished their gate test yesterday I felt what I thought was relief hit me like a ton of bricks. I’m literally still sore all over.
I slept all evening. I ate some dinner then went right back to bed.