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I remember as a child that I loved Daylight Savings Time. We got an extra hour of sunlight and I barely even noticed the shift of time. I’m sure my mom did. And as a parent, let me tell you, this shift is torture. My years of teaching have done nothing to prepare me.
I am writing for the Two Writing Teachers March Writing Challenge
Each Saturday morning, McK and I make our way to the gym. Along the route we talk about her buddy that will be there, the tumble track, and doing tick tock legs for warm up. It is a Mommy and Me class. My sister half jokingly called me a good mom when I told her we had signed up insert eye roll here. It’s that working mom guilt that made me do it. Tumbling was something we could do together. It would be fun. And although I can appreciate McK’s enthusiasm, running through a gym putting her on every piece of equipment for an hour straight wears this mama out. Just thinking about it makes me want to cancel.
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Today started out like most. I felt the impending weight of dread since my feet hit the floor. Things have been going so well lately. The other shoe is bound to drop. We rush to get out of the house and quickly melt into tears at daycare drop off.
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Today is the Day Without Women. And although I would like to fully participate, the only people that would be truly punished would be my students and my own daughter. You see, as a woman person I do a lot each and every day that goes unnoticed by most but would have the biggest impact on the smallest.
I am writing for the Two Writing Teachers March Challenge.
I have been waiting. And waiting. AND WAITING. It took us forever to find the house we wanted to turn into a home. Few knew we were even looking. We would venture out under the guise of going to Great Grandma and Grandpa’s house for the football game. We did do that. But we would just stop at one to five houses for sale along the way.
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It’s been a long day to day the least. Being awoken way too early by a not feeling well husband only to find I was the one who couldn’t fall back to sleep is not the best start. I quietly waited for McK to stir but she decided today was the day she would sleep in. We missed her weekly tumbling class but her BFF wasn’t able to go anyway. Phew. No need to feel guilty.
I am writing for the Two Writing Teachers March Writing Challenge
I’ve always been a morning person…in the fact that I haven’t slept well in longer than I can remember. Therefore, waking up in the morning has never been an issue for me because I probably wasn’t sleeping anyway. Now, pulling myself out of bed has always been a feat unto itself. I don’t like to leave the comfort of my pillows and blankets and cozy PJs. I don’t like to feel the cold floor on my feet or the wait for the shower to warm.
Karyn In The Kitchen 