All my biggest and worst flaws didn't just peek through; they busted out like opening a can of biscuits.
I don't know why or what brought it on although it's most likely the anxiety I've been holding in about the new school year. I'm always a little bit anxious about anything new and different, even if I've done it 13 times already. And the not knowing where my room is or how I might have to move my 20 boxes of books and class supplies finally caught up with me.
Instead of coming up with a plan, or getting stuff done around my house, I shut down. I woke up. Thought about my to-do list. Decided that it was all too much. And promptly went back to sleep -- several times. It's my go-to avoidance maneuver. Luckily, whether I'm ready or not, a good helping of responsibility and accountability soon will make my go-to completely null and void. But right now, my feet are draggin' hard.
Say a little prayer that I'm not on the moving list tomorrow morning when I show up in Arlington. It could be my own Trail of Tears. Or at least cuss words.
Just as I was uploading my whiny (but honest) post about how much I am dreading the moving of my classroom tomorrow, a friend alerted me to the fact that an email had been recently sent, detailing my new classroom assignment and the fact that my boxes had been moved.
And now I feel like an ungrateful jerkface. Thanks, God.
I'll probably still be cussing as I attempt to move furniture and re-hang my Chinese lanterns. Because my gratitude only lasts so long.