exhausted. having a student teacher in the room makes the kids a little crazy. And he has lots of questions about things I haven't been thinking about lately.
hopeful that the cat won't wake me up at 2 am again. or 3 am. or 4am.
proud to be 1/12 of the way through the new year's goal of 2012. My running buddy and I finished our first 5K of the year on Saturday, in 34 minutes -- we are both very happy with that result.
feeling behind in all things school related. I'm not sure how to make this better without staying late for several days in a row. Which I don't love doing, but I also don't love the feeling of being behind on things that I'm supposed to be caught up on.
looking forward to summer, and visiting sweet hubby's family. 3 years is a long time not to set eyes on the in-laws. I'm sure other people would count that as a blessing, but I don't. 3 years is a just a long time away.
missing dancing. I wish I could find a studio in town that offers adult ballet or contemporary classes that are not geared towards extreme beginners nor professionals. I'm neither, and I also don't want to try a class full of skinny, gorgeous, ambitious high school students. I just want to dance for fun, fitness, myself.
surprised by how quickly each week goes by. it's already time for yoga again tomorrow? how did this happen?
trying to convince myself not to eat the little debbie christmas tree cakes that are in the pantry, while watching the biggest loser. Something about that combination just seems incredibly wrong. but it might still happen.
happy to be spending the coming weekend on a church retreat, and hopeful that the gas griddle won't shoot another fireball at me. I quite like having my eyelashes and eyebrows and all that hair around my face...it took long enough to grow back, last time.
sad not to be at the beach. the weekend spent with running buddy was so relaxing, it was hard to come home. Especially hard, since there is currently not another beach trip on the calendar.
considering, very seriously, going to bed at 8:30. An extra hour of sleep could potentially turn me into a nice teacher again for tomorrow, right?