I spoke too soon last week. Today I did not love Monday. Today was indeed manic. From start to finish I felt like I could never get ahead or even just caught up. I had even planned a quiet day for my students to begin working on their independent reading so I could finalize my plans for the novel we’re starting, and nothing went my way. Planning got away from me, so then I was rushed to pump and while I was doing that I got a call from Madelynne’s principal! No big deal, just clarification about pickup, but what a panic it put me in! Then it was all rush, rush, rush to explain their project, correct their quizzes, sign agendas, go to meetings…So by tonight after all was said and done, the girls were in the bed, and I was doing dishes, I fell apart just a bit. I wished we’d made different choices so I didn’t feel like I have to be pulled in so many different directions. Deep breath.
Thank you Jesus, tomorrow is another day and I’m forgiven for this one.