Today is one of those days where I would have been better off just staying in bed. Which is what I thought when the alarm went off this morning, but, well, you know...work and all that.
Still, the cards were stacked against me from the beginning.
I was sick over the weekend and didn't get to do the planning I needed to do, not to mention the grading.
We're doing testing this week in the mornings, so I lose my planning period every day.
I haven't had a good night's sleep since Thursday.
I'm still a tad under the weather.
I have a grad school project due Wednesday that is not (ahem!) quite completed.
The house is in desperate need of a cleaning.
And then, my kids this afternoon were completely awful.
By the time I got home at 3:45, I was beaten.
And then there was a card from my sailor in the mailbox.
It doesn't make the rest go away. But it does shine just a little bit of light onto a day that was otherwise pretty cloudy.
Those little things make the biggest difference.
"I get something out of them. When I feel down, I like to treat myself. Clothes never look any good, and food just makes me fatter, but shoes always fit." In Her Shoes ~Jennifer Weiner
Monday, September 25, 2006
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