The boys generally ask, "where's my laundry?" and "what's for dinner," but it's fairly rare to hear them offer up words of encouragement.
Writing up discipline reports, grading papers (and realizing that a large percentage of your students failed a test), and picking up crumbled homework papers and worksheets folded into airplanes from the classroom floor really wears me down.
My husband is the guy who offers hugs at the end of the day and small acts of kindness (like helping with the dishes). I miss that when he is away on his out-of-state work rotation.
I'm grateful for the teacher who works in the classroom next door. Yesterday she surprised me with a gift bag full of treats from my favorite gourmet food store, "Honey Girl." (As fate would have it I stepped in that same honey this morning, after the boys had helped themselves to my treats and then spilled it onto the floor next to the microwave that isn't currently in service after I blew the circuit trying to make dinner last night).
I feel as if I will NEVER finish my research (I can't, after all, even finish washing up a dirty laundry pile).
A male student in my college courses is acting inappropriately toward me and toward other students in the class. He is aggressive and volatile. I reported his behavior to my mentor and the tutoring department after experiencing horrible nightmares (he called me to vent and spew bizarre complaints like "those Spanish people didn't give me a strawberry milkshake and it was hot out!")
Still, God sent a beautiful sunrise this morning.
I'm reminded to be an encouragement to others - chances are there's another "orphan" mom of boys/teacher like me out there somewhere.
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