You know that little dragon-whisper that sneaks in sometimes and tells you, "Wow, you're trying So Hard, and you're still Not Good Enough." It's been plaguing me for the last few weeks. And I always underestimate how deep that not-good-enough wound is.
There was another loony mom last week. I don't want to talk about it besides saying that I have never before been spoken to so rudely and I would be a happy woman if she takes her spitefulness and immaturity far far away from me.
I have a cold.
I spent three days this week at school later than 5:30, one was about 6:45. That's a lot of working. And I still feel behind in grading, planning, organizing, and the PILE of miscellaneous paperwork that appears magically, as if summoned by aforementioned dragon.
No one ever thanks teachers.
I go to work in the dark and come home in the dark, even on good days.
I am an unstable crazy woman to Mystery Man. Luckily, he is patient and kind.
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Thanks for being a teacher, and imparting knowledge to the next generation. Thanks for doing a thankless job. Thanks for being a role model to those kids.
I think you are good enough. And I'm meaner than a dragon these days, so that should count for something.
Once you get to Edinburgh you and Kayla and I can go out for sangria and air grievances together and laugh a lot.
No luck on the darkness, hough; we're even further North than you!
We do have a cute baby who will be pleased to smile at you though! And a kitchen you can clean!
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