It was the best of times, it was the worst of times
Sunday, February 03, 2013
Very long day today. Got up at 6:15 to be ready to teach at 9am. When I got to my classroom I found the sweetest note waiting for me on the board:
I taught from 9am-4pm, which is always grueling, even with breaks. I returned home to find that my husband still had a cold, my son now has a cold and is whiny, and my niece, who had come over to play, is also sick. And of course the house was a wreck because there were babies over and no mommy home to clean up. (eye roll)
A quick dinner and I did get to relax a little bit. Only to find a picture that my SIL had posted to Facebook of a child who was shot in the face. I guess it's a message about gun control, but I DIDN'T NEED TO SEE THAT! I cried. I try not to hear about these types of news so I won't have to cry about them. Children getting hurt makes me upset in a whole new way now that I am a mother.
Also, it looks like I ate about a million billion calories today, thanks to going out to Vietnamese food for lunch. I do kind of give myself a pass on teaching days, as long as I make healthy choices to the extent possible, but seeing almost 3000 in my journal is not a good way to end the day either.
Tomorrow is another day, and I hope to see my brother one more time before he leaves for NYC, see another friend in town for a marathon, and other than that, just spend time with my son and lay low (and clean up the disaster that is our house). Please send hugs -- it has been a good day, but a VERY LONG DAY.