I heard the sound of rain falling on my tin roof this morning when the alarm rang. Rain always makes me want to fall back asleep and not wake up again until it's yellow blazing sunny enough to pry open my heavy eyelids for me. At least I found something to be thankful about, "I won't need to water the garden; God's taking care of that for me today."
I showered, dressed, checked the muffins Buck had stuck in the oven, and washed a pot that's been "soaking" since Friday. After tackling the pot, I immediately felt done for the day. However, the clock glared 7:03 am back at me for having this thought. After three tries, I roused my worn out children up and ready for church; we got home rather late our derby festivites last night. The whole way through morning routines, Pooh Bear kept grumping over things like, "I don't want to see Daddy. I don't like him. I don't like church. I don't want to go. I won't do what my teachers say. (I'm her teacher). I don't want to wear that. I don't like any clothes. I don't like my hair like that. I want a pony tail." After dealing with my crabby girly, I rolled my eyes that the sassy clock shot me a "It's only 7:49" look.
Buck helped me teach my class of 3, 4, and 5 year olds. One child impressed me with her 5 year old wisdom after making her dough by saying, "Teachor, I think the kingdom of heaven is wike the yeast because the kingdom keeps growing biggor- like the dough gets biggor with the yeast in it."This kind of deep thinking is precisely what makes love hanging out with preschoolers. I have to admit that after the class, I once again felt done for the day, but it was only 10:30.
After my class, I enjoyed church service with the fam. Then I rushed off to the gym hoping to work off some derby pie and mint julips off my hips. Without breaking any records, I ran my miles and did a few weight machines. Can you guess how I felt on the drive home? Yes, wiped- done for the day.
I'm supposed to go through the children's clothes this afternoon to access our beach wardrobe for our vacation next week, and I have a writing project on queue I keep postponing. However, I think I'll kick back, do some Sudukos and watch some Netflix while my children listen to the books on tape Greemaw sent them for Easter.
Anyone want to send a motivational speaker over to help me out of my rut?
When Falling Space Junk Disrupts Lives
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The odds of getting hit by a piece of space junk are smaller than the odds
of winning the lottery, but they are not zero. You can reduce your odds of
win...
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2 comments:
Ok..Ive brought in your motivational speaker..his name is Matt Foley..
"Well, you're probably saying 'Now, I'm gonna go out, and I'm gonna get the world by the tail, and wrap it around and put it in my pocket!!" Well, I'm here to tell you that you're probably gonna find out, as you go out there, that you're not gonna amount to Jack Squat!!" You're gonna end up eating a steady diet of government cheese, and living in a van down by the river! "
oops...wrong motivational speech..
I say.. stay in bed til I get home...
I can't help you with the speech, but I LOVED that comment from one of your students. Sometimes I think adults make things way too hard and kids are the ones who see everything for what it is.
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