Today is one of those days that nothing went the way I wanted. With some exceptions the rest was just a big, giant, massive mess.
I didn’t sleep well.
I didn’t have a quiet breakfast.
I didn’t get to drink water until 4 pm.
I didn’t have lunch at my designated time and I had it standing in front of the photocopy machine.
I didn’t get as many hugs as I wanted because of the coronavirus.
I did get a bunch of coughs from dramatic fifth graders that told me that they were dying.
I did have to remove students from their regular seat.
I did have to write a bad report in some students scheduling.
I did check in a bunch of books that I have to put on the floor since I didn’t have enough space on my counter while checking books out.
I did have to recheck the books in, since I lost track while first graders were asking me gazillions questions at the same time.
I didn’t finish tidying up the library and preparing lessons until 5 pm.
I do feel exhausted, and still in need of my brain to write something congruent for today’s slice of life.
I do feel I am doing something wrong but I don’t know how to fix it.
I do feel I am a bad person, even though I know I am not.
I do think I should be less dramatic and try to focus on the exceptions of today’s disaster.
I do need to wash my hands.
I do need to go home.
No. I do need to go to the storytelling group meeting I signed up for.
I might have a good story to tell after all.