Six times a year, I have the dubious distinction of being the "teacher helper" in the pre-K class. Today just happens to be one of those days. In order to make it to school by 9 (not good to be late when you are the teacher helper), the alarm banged me on the head at 5:55. After getting showered and dress, child #1 woke, then 2 and then 3. It is not 8 am and I need to leave in 15 minutes. I am not sure where the past two hours escaped? Could be breakfast, brushing teeth, getting dressed, laundry, taking dinner out or, obviously, writing blogs. So instead of being happy I am stressed. I am stressed that I have 15 million things to do and I am losing 5 hours today to school. I need to clean, shop, run errands, etc. And I know I should be happy.
But child #1 - Katelyn (in pre-k) asked to dress the exact same (jeans. uggs and a fleece), do our hair the same and bring the same lunch. Then she just exclaimed that we would DO EVERYTHING TOGETHER today in class. Now how can I be stressed about that? How did I get so lucky to have such a great kid? What a great lesson.
I am happy.
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