is ALWAYS the most difficult one. Suprisingly, even more difficult than the last. The early starts (even though I am naturally a morning person), the routine, getting your BRAIN back in gear...all more difficult than most can imagine....for me AND for the kids. Oh...and it's been unseasonalbly hot and humid as hell--my room is a sauna....with windows that are 10 feet off the ground and unusable. (Supposedly, there is a "stick" to open and closes them...but no one knows WHERE it is.)
And I'm short. I mean REALLY short. I've always KNOWN that, but now I'm smacked in the face with my shortness. Like every MOMENT. No matter where I look...there is tallness. Just a few years ago, they were smaller than me or at least still I was able to look them in the eye without having to fight being blinded from the ceiling lights!
I am utterly and joyfully exhausted as the week has been a whirlwind -- in the best of ways. I cannot begin to explain how different the energy is at a high school vs. a middle school. I am lost and and I am found. (And if THAT doesn't sound overly dramamtic, what does?) But it's true....I'm home. (Couldn't resist another platitude.)
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