Be cool, stay in school.

I am sitting in the middle of my bed with my electric mattress pad turned on high.  And I am surrounded by fun books like Write a Super Sentence and Grammar Minutes and The Story of the World.  Because tomorrow I will be Miss B again and tomorrow I will have to wake up to Bob Marley telling me that every little thing is going to be alright.  How do you know, Bob?

I went into my classroom for a few hours today.  Spent some time reacquainting myself with that part of my life that has been so absent lately.  And then I started to feel a little nervous.

What if I have forgotten how to teach?  What if they have decided to stay home for good?  Will they still love me?  Will they remember anything?  Will I still love it?

Sometimes absence does not make the heart grow fonder.  That's such a silly thing to say.  Absence makes the heart forget.

I just want tomorrow to get here.  Fast.  I want to hug my kids and eat my ham sandwich and blow my whistle at recess and pray at the end of the day.  And after all of that, then I'll be right side up again.  And I'll go home and take my nap and make something delicious and thank Jesus for where He has me.