"If you don't see the book on the shelf, write it." ~ Beverly Cleary
Three meetings in one month.
Three meetings!
I have missed three different meetings in one month.
I am not a flake, I am a flake, I am not a flake.
This has never happened. Ever.
Where are my marbles?
Calendar(s!) apparently aren’t enough to remind me where to be.
Sticky notes do nothing.
Verbal reminders – HA!
Three meetings?
Will you physically come escort me for the the meeting you have scheduled with me?
Otherwise it just might be four.
5:19 a.m.
That is when my eyes decided they were done sleeping.
On my first day of vacation.
After tossing, turning and trying to force myself back to sleep I crawled out of bed and slinked around the house wondering what to do at this early hour. I thought of my little dog and wondered what she was doing at Camp Janet, most likely sleeping with the rest of the world.
6:46 a.m
This is when I decided to share with you the fact that I can’t sleep, but I just realized all 4 of the HB readers are probably still sleeping all cozy in their flannel sheeted beds. Please know I admire you for that….on my first day of vacation.
So, apparently this was not the year for me to get my National Board Certification. I logged in yesterday morning to be told that I fall short of being a highly qualified teacher. I spent the rest of the day feeling sorry for myself. My students had no clue that anything was wrong, which was exactly how it should be.
I was unaware, until yesterday, of how many hugs my students give me each day. I found their little arms wrapping around me so endearing, a little bit of their light filling the darkness that I was feeling.
I feel so much better waking up today and having tomorrow behind me.