I find it a little sad...

...that on my way home today, I read a marque at a child care center that said, "a better tomorrow begins today." However, my exhausted subconscious read it as, "a better today begins tomorrow."

It seems that despite my good start to this day, I am physically and emotionally exhausted by all the events that unfolded. By 3 pm, I was ready to call it quits for today and plan for a better tomorrow. If I ever decide to work with troubled youth, someone please shoot me. I attach too deeply and don't appear to have the emotional stamina to survive that field of work. It's days like this that I feel a little more connected to Christ's suffering on the cross because I have watched a child's flawed human nature cause her to destroy herself while she refuses to let me help. All I can do is hug her, tell her I forgive her and promise to love her no matter how she behaves. So I go to bed praying for a better tomorrow for her and the strength to be compassionate if it's not.

I tried to say something mildly affectionate to my husband...

...while we were baking in the kitchen. His response? To laugh and say, "That's like something the stalker would say in a movie, you know, before she kills his dog."

I tried.

:)

I'm not making any promises...

...after all, one New Year's Resolution in about 18 years is plenty for me...but I am going to make a solid effort to post blog entries more often. At the most, I'll be able to communicate better to friends and family which is a sort of ongoing resolution in my life. At the least, I'll have some notable record of my life. At least as I see it.

Today we celebrate Dr. King's birthday. My students and I participated in a modified experiment like I had with my class last year. It was enlightening and inspiring. We read a book about Martin Luther King, Jr and watched a large portion of his famous speech, I Have a Dream. I think that all of my 6 year olds actually gleaned a little from our time. What is beautiful is that at their age, and in our generation, their reaction to segregation is, "that doesn't make any sense." (How simple!) I asked them if they felt that Dr. King's dream had come true. On the whole (and from their experience) they believed it had. I really liked what Marissa had to say...that Dr. King taught us how important it is to respect one another. Amen. And Happy Birthday to an incredible man of God.

My sleepytime tea has finished brewing, and I have a lot of enjoyable reading ahead of me. It is time to relax...

A joyous Monday evening to all!