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Monday, September 7, 2015

Sunday Letters on a Monday....

Dear Labor day Monday,
I am loving you. I love that I worked all day Saturday and I still got a weekend. I love that my alarm went off this morning and I could just hit dismiss. And again when the 8 o'clock alarm went off. Aaaahhhhh. I needed this. I *tried* not to over-schedule myself, because I have a tendency to do that. To make my schedule so full that I never get to rest. Then I fall asleep in mid-conversation because I made the mistake of sitting down! I am so grateful for those laborers who went before and fought for rights for people who bust their backs every day for our country. I am also basking in a lazy holiday morning.
The sleepy one

Dear Facebook friends,
You know who you are. The ones who keep posting cryptic messages with pictures of fallen soldiers in them and saying things like.... "in case you thought Labor Day was just about picnics." Yeah, you. Labor Day, more or less, really is just about the picnics. Labor Day is a celebration of labor and the workers who provide it. It is a holiday established by unions to give their overworked laborers a break! I looked it up just in case my memory was incorrect. So check your facts before you call me out about mine.
~a unionized worker (and I am GRATEFUL I am not an unskilled laborer, busting my back, I'll bust my brain any day!)
p.s. If you are a union-buster, please go back to work, this holiday was established for hard working union workers. Stop grilling. Right. Now! just kidding dad. sort of.

Dear Alice (the puppy),
Once again you are in deep doggy doo-doo and I don't even know what to do with you. You obviously have no real interest in pooping outside, much to my chagrin. I am worried for your safety in a neighborhood with large dogs that roam at night, but since your anxiety is too bad for you to sleep in your kennel and you cannot be trusted, alas, you must sleep outside. I am both mad at you, and sad for you. You are a naughty little girl but your puppy dog eyes work wonders to dissolve my anger. What am I going to do with you?!
Resigned to punishing you,
your owner momma

Dear Guy in the Walmart parking lot:
I am genuinely sorry that I almost hit you. In my defense.... when you are behind another vehicle, I cannot see you as you step from there to directly behind my vehicle. In spite of your shocked look of dismay and clear judgement of my driving skills, I WAS looking for you and although I saw a shadow behind the vehicle next to me, I was not able to see you until you stepped out. I might suggest stepping out with this in mind if you feel like it is truly in your best interest to walk that close to the vehicle that you cannot be seen. So.... I do feel bad. I have been nearly hit before, it is unnerving. But I also know that (in this particular instance) I was not being an inattentive driver. I am very glad you were not hurt.
I have enough driving problems, glad you are not one of them

Dear BTL:
All week when things happen, like the above Walmart-parking-lot-instance, I mentally file them away and say to myself.... "well now, this will make a GREAT letter...." So thanks again for this linky. Sorry I am late to the party this week.
a sarcastic Kansas girl

Dear Teaching partner,
No doubt it is unnerving to be without the support we need. But we will continue to rise to the challenge and our kids will be ready for the next grade. Why? Because that is our super power~ teaching as if it were easy, and making it look fun. So hold on to your hat, it might be a wild ride, but our data will show our effectiveness and we will amaze and surprise those around us.
your next door teaching partner

Dear Child,
I love you dearly. But your attention-seeking behaviors leave me drained and discouraged. If you could just stop for a couple of minutes, maybe I could dole out some of that love that you are so desperately seeking.
Desperate and Tired,
your Momma

Dear Teaching Tribe,
I know we agree we could not keep meeting every week once school started, but I miss you all. I miss the stories, the encouragement, the little ideas and the big. I love knowing my tribe is out there and I look forward to our next pow-wow.
With anticipation,
a "young in my career" teacher

Dear Kids,
Thanks for a great time swimming yesterday. It was fun. I don't really love to go swimming, but I love spending time with you kiddos. Thanks for being willing and for laughing and joking with me. And thanks for "running away" when I dove into the pool, it was fun to chase you.
Grateful for these days,
a happy mom

Dear Students,
Thanks for working so hard and catching on so quickly. Apparently we are the talk of the school (I have been stopped by several teachers and administrators and told what a great job you are doing). As you know, that makes me unbelievably proud, but the truth is, you are the ones who are working so hard. I love your little faces so much already. I know the end of the year will be tough.
one proud teacher

1 comment:

  1. I totally think about the letters I'm going to write too, all week. I'm glad you posted yours, I was wondering where you were yesterday!
    So when is your tribe going to meet up again? You should totally do it, once a month maybe. It's that kind of stuff that gives us something to look forward to and keeps us going day in and day out.
    and your PS - to your dad - funny :-)
    Enjoy your day!