Mother. Of. God.
Yesterday ranks as one of the worst days of my life. I was a puddle of tears by 3:30. Four-year-olds defeated me.
But they did not defeat me today. Well, not entirely. I have two that are especially fractious - one that might have something a little off upstairs, and another who's just oppositional. Not "just," I suppose. He called me a bitch. He's four, remember.
So this will be a challenge.
I still hate my body, but at least I'm not thinking about it from 8:40-3:30.
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They sure can suck the life out of your, can't they? I hope today is better.
Lisa,
I've been AWOL for a few weeks, but I'm back (too). I want to give you mad props for sticking it out. The first year of teaching does present a huge learning curve. And people can read as many books n pedagogy and methodology as they want, but it's the hands on experience that truly teaches us. In my opinion, at least. And, yokes! Four-year-olds! I think you're very brave.
Oh wow, hon. That sounds insane. They may have won the first battle, but you will definitely win the war.
Also, I love the word "fractious."
Wow.
Time for some good old-fashioned soap in the mouth...
I have NO idea how you do it. Four year olds -- YEEEEK!
i have no patience. none.
i really admire you.
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