Today was pretty crappy. Most Mondays are for me, and not just because they're Mondays. I have my worst schedule of the week on Mondays and Thursdays (my schedule changes day by day) with my best class first and my worst class last, after I'm already exhausted.
Our Dean of Students is out this week for medical reasons, so students are pushing the boundaries in her absence. And let's be honest, we're getting closer and closer to Christmas break (we're done with curriculum this week, and next week is just three half days for midterms), so behavior always declines at this time of year.
After six hours in a row with students, I was DONE. I needed a break. And then I checked my email to see that I have a meeting on Friday with my principal and superintendent about my students' low exam scores. Because that's what I want to talk about right before Christmas break, right? Honestly, I'm probably more frustrated and worried than any of them. I don't have any more solutions, unless they find a way for me to sell my soul to the Devil himself.
When Joel picked me up from school, he was pretty giddy. He was like a kid in a candy shop, but I didn't know why. Until we got home, and I found the following:
1. He fixed the remote starter on my car, just in time for us to drive back to Chicago next week.
2. He scrubbed both bathrooms spotless.
3. He vacuumed the whole house.
4. He did all the dishes.
5. He fixed my broken closet door.
Am I a lucky girl or what?!
Thanks, Baby, for taking such good care of us and our home! I love you!