Rainy Monday with a start and stop week ahead...

It's Monday, rainy, chilly, and a bit dark. Suits my mood, in a way. The weekend was good, but my brain is tired, and I have a full day ahead of me: work, phone calls, Holly duty, house chores, papers to grade that I ignored... 

I'll manage, but I'm pre-tired. 

And we have another week of interruptions: five kids on a field trip today, two tomorrow, Wednesday's holiday, and then we start all over again...for two days. I'm sure I'm forgetting something, but all I can say is, I sure hope they don't stick a meeting in there.

We try to do too much. Yes, kids need field trips. They need all the enrichment we can figure out how to stuff into their short time with us. And there's clubs, athletics, and heaven help us, they take a day off for a 30 minute dentist appointment. But we also have academics to focus on. 

Don't look to teachers when it comes to those all-mighty test scores. 

But I'm ranting, which is not helping anyone at all. 

Good stuff is bound to come around as well, right? 

Have a good day, friends. See you tomorrow. Hugs, keep safe, and you know the drill...

C



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