I stayed up too late last night, so I was tired this morning. My husband began my day by picking up mid-sentence, it seemed, with a difficult conversation we had started last night.
I had reluctantly agreed to be the fox for Fairy Tale Day (our Kindergarten celebration) and was so afraid I’d forget my costume that I forgot to take my computer to school. Wearing costumes and being playful makes me anxious. Truth.
I work with a challenging first grader who was even more resistant to reading today than usual. After she interrupted me for the tenth time, I sent her back to class early feeling like a bad teacher.
It seemed like there was one in every group today who got on my last nerve.
I ate by myself and tried to calm down. The afternoon wasn’t much better. Chocolate didn’t help.
So when the bell rang, I shut my door and attacked the pile of papers on my desk.
I may have had a rotten day, but at the end of the day I’m proud I went out of my comfort zone and was a pretty good fox. Want a ride across the river?
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Wow.. I want to comment on your day, but I’m drawn to the power of the structure of this post.
Downcast, thoughtful, brief, but buried inside a teaser for the end.
Last line — really thought provoking, I skipped a beat with that one, but then I realized who you were and I busted out laughing (inside). Because I love that story. It’s our children’s favorite, so I know exactly what you mean when you say you were a pretty good fox and how good it must it felt.. how it offset the whole danged day and made it brilliant.
Good for you. LOVE this post, thank you. I’m nowhere near this type of short-quick burst of brilliance, and I sure do admire it! 🙂
Thank you for your kind words today. I needed them!
Whoa… Chocolate didn’t help?! Tomorrow has to be better, doesn’t it? Thank you for the smile.