Back in the Saddle

Will is downstairs watching the equivalent of a Real Housewives marathon-the college basketball picks or whatever you call it.
I am drinking Cook's splits and changing my cover photo on Facebook.
I know. Don't even say it.
I take meds, remember?
I deal with my highs and lows. I promise.
Remember, blogging is my outlet.  You don't have to follow along.
My seating charts are placed to the left of me.  I started glancing at them about an hour ago.
It's probably a good idea to familiarize myself with their faces again.
It's a bit like being on summer break, but going back to the EXACT SAME KIDS.
It's a bit like a teacher's nightmare.
I did clean my classroom from top to bottom.
I especially enjoyed the custodian keeping me company while I cleaned..............................................................................................................
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"Melissa, you are obsessive. You are going to put yourself into an early grave."
He actually said those words to me.
You know, I have so many things to say.  So many.
But I am just going to leave it here.
And then in about 10 years, when I write that chapter of the book, I will fill in the gaps.
I am okay with tomorrow. I am okay with going back to work.
It is what it is.
I have snuggled Kieran when I could have done laundry.
I have taken naps with Kieran when I could have run an errand to Target.
I have held Kieran for an hour when I could have started dinner.  MANY TIMES.
For almost two and a half months, I snuggled, snuffled, and snarfled my precious precious son.
I did everything I could to maximize the time I had with him.
Because it was precious precious time.
With a precious precious boy. Our gift.
There has NEVER NEVER been a time that I have been sad or sorry or upset that we were given Kieran.  NEVER.
I am so thankful for our baby.
And look, you know this is coming from a chick who never dreamed of THREE.
I love God's ways. I do.
So tomorrow will be a little dicey I am sure.
I don't remember many  names..and I am not just talking about the students..and I am pretty spoiled because I haven't had to deal with a whole lot of BS in the past 5 months...but 18 years of teaching has taught me to TURN THE HEAD, IT IS WHAT IT IS and SLOW AND STEADY...
along with I AM GOING TO PUNCH YOU IN THE EFFING HEAD IF YOU DON'T GET AWAY FROM ME...(again, not talking about the students here)
soo..I will be fine..
juuuuusssssssttt fine.............