A special place in heaven

There must be a special place in heaven for teachers. There I was today trying to rehearse 15 ten year olds for a play that will be performed next Monday. They weren't having fun, and I wasn't having fun. Well, they were probably having fun, but not in a 'we are performing in four days' kind of way!

So, I am tired, but feeling hopeful that this will be wonderful, and the parents will be pleased. But still at what cost to my well-being. I joked to a colleague today when he asked me if I wanted anything from the store. Yeah, if peace-of-mind is a lost leader today pick me up some!

Of course I probably would pay anything for peace-of-mind even if it wasn't on sale. The funny thing is that while I write this I am feeling very peaceful. I stacked wood today, and did dishes, and made some plans for the weekend that included getting ready to go to Europe next week. Wow, me, in Switzerland and then Florence. I wouldn't have imagined that even six months ago.

I have a good life. Great family, good relationships with my kids and my husband, and friends that I can laugh and cry with. I always thought I should keep a diary and over the years I have written a little of this and that. My daughter started a blog so I can be close to her while she plans a life across the country. Maybe this blog will be that for her too....while I start a life without kids at home, and hopefully with a retired husband.

'For life don't clickety clack down a straight line track, it comes together and comes apart'.

I always loved the line of that Ferron song. I am clickety clacking along.....and my track is together at the moment.