... is actually a question I ask myself on a daily basis.
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| Sometimes, this is just how it is. |
Lesbihonest. I struggle with Mondays (I'm not the only one, right?). I was feeling pretty great after spending the weekend in Star Valley with my family, then Monday morning came and with it the weight of all my obligations, meetings, lessons... Blah blah blah. Naturally, this feeling caused me to stay in bed as long as possible before I'd have no choice but to scare my 5th graders with my less than acceptable appearance.
It wasn't a hard day by any means, but all day long I was thinking "I'm in WAY over my head with everything." Because I am surrounded by 5th graders all morning and high schoolers all afternoon, I really needed to talk to an adult by the time 6 PM rolled around. After going non-stop from 8 AM to 6:30 PM, I went straight to Matt's house because I like him and he is the voice of reason.
Being the wonderful guy he is, just held me and listened to all my irrational thoughts and concerns and let me vent almost to the verge of tears. He would interject occasionally with things like "I understand" and "it will all work out." (Voice of reason AND eternal optimist...) I went off on so many tangents of things that I was so worried about and frustrated with and at the end of it all I realized the one thing that was just the icing on the cake,"and Chuckie Keeton is out for the season!!"
I don't know how, but within the next 10 seconds we were both hysterically laughing. The kind of hysterics where I wasn't sure if I was laughing or crying. I'm sure Matt was just laughing at me at this point which made everything that much more funny.
And then I felt a lot better.
Looking back, how I felt was incredibly ridiculous. It was just one of those days. At least we got a good laugh out of it in the end.
It's a good thing Matt thinks I'm funny. I'll keep him around for a while.
It wasn't a hard day by any means, but all day long I was thinking "I'm in WAY over my head with everything." Because I am surrounded by 5th graders all morning and high schoolers all afternoon, I really needed to talk to an adult by the time 6 PM rolled around. After going non-stop from 8 AM to 6:30 PM, I went straight to Matt's house because I like him and he is the voice of reason.
Being the wonderful guy he is, just held me and listened to all my irrational thoughts and concerns and let me vent almost to the verge of tears. He would interject occasionally with things like "I understand" and "it will all work out." (Voice of reason AND eternal optimist...) I went off on so many tangents of things that I was so worried about and frustrated with and at the end of it all I realized the one thing that was just the icing on the cake,"and Chuckie Keeton is out for the season!!"
I don't know how, but within the next 10 seconds we were both hysterically laughing. The kind of hysterics where I wasn't sure if I was laughing or crying. I'm sure Matt was just laughing at me at this point which made everything that much more funny.
And then I felt a lot better.
Looking back, how I felt was incredibly ridiculous. It was just one of those days. At least we got a good laugh out of it in the end.
It's a good thing Matt thinks I'm funny. I'll keep him around for a while.
