On a normal day, I would be at my desk staring at 2 students that got lunch detention for throwing pencils, forgetting to eat my lunch, and holding my bladder longer than I should.
I miss those days.
I don’t really hate quarantine because I know its the right thing, but I can constantly complain that I am in rainy Ohio instead of at a house in sunny Florida with a pool...
For weeks I have been trying to get my kids to realize that they can not let other people’s words or actions control them.
Some are really getting the hang of it and others still throw a chair when someone talks about their mom. It’s been fun.
In the spirit of being freaking proud of myself and also knowing I'm about to be fat shamed on the Internet, I present to you me, a 38 year old mom and teacher, doing a thing I was afraid to do when I was a 14 year old gymnast. Next week: add a full (and straighten my legs)