The Brilliance of the Moment
Yesterday evening ... okay, maybe it was early this morning ... I made a decision.
I feel it's steeped in good intentions. It has my sanity in mind. It has my desire to be the best person I can be in mind.
What is that decision, you might be asking? What Earth-shattering epiphany have I had that will turn the orbit of the planets counter-clockwise?
I am no longer taking stuff home. To be specific, I am no longer taking home, daily, school stuff.
I know! It goes against the grain of all that is a teacher, right?
But here's the thing (and for those of you that don't know, I just broke a 4th grade rule of NEVER, EVER starting a sentence with BUT or AND ... big pet peeve of mine). BUT here's the thing ... when I take stuff home, it sits in the bag, festering, while I work on the domestic chores at hand, usually tons of domestic chores ... like laundry ... laundry that's been sitting there for days ... okay, a week and a half. Don't judge!
And (see, there I go again!), I never get anything out of that bag because I'm trying to fit a work-out in ... and dishes ... and meal planning ... and all the other stuff that needs to happen once I get home.
This is not to say that I won't EVER bring stuff home. There are going to be times I will need to so. However, my new rule is this:
Whatever cannot be done between 6 a.m. and 7:15 a.m. and 2:45 p.m. and 5 p.m., isn't going to get done. Period. End of story.
Yes, ladies and gentlemen. That was my moment of brilliance.
I feel it's steeped in good intentions. It has my sanity in mind. It has my desire to be the best person I can be in mind.
What is that decision, you might be asking? What Earth-shattering epiphany have I had that will turn the orbit of the planets counter-clockwise?
I am no longer taking stuff home. To be specific, I am no longer taking home, daily, school stuff.
I know! It goes against the grain of all that is a teacher, right?
But here's the thing (and for those of you that don't know, I just broke a 4th grade rule of NEVER, EVER starting a sentence with BUT or AND ... big pet peeve of mine). BUT here's the thing ... when I take stuff home, it sits in the bag, festering, while I work on the domestic chores at hand, usually tons of domestic chores ... like laundry ... laundry that's been sitting there for days ... okay, a week and a half. Don't judge!
And (see, there I go again!), I never get anything out of that bag because I'm trying to fit a work-out in ... and dishes ... and meal planning ... and all the other stuff that needs to happen once I get home.
This is not to say that I won't EVER bring stuff home. There are going to be times I will need to so. However, my new rule is this:
Whatever cannot be done between 6 a.m. and 7:15 a.m. and 2:45 p.m. and 5 p.m., isn't going to get done. Period. End of story.
Yes, ladies and gentlemen. That was my moment of brilliance.
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