Meanwhile I sent my own little guy to daycare without any winter boots or snow pants. 🤦🏾♀️
Daily Musings 66 “snowpants”

Meanwhile I sent my own little guy to daycare without any winter boots or snow pants. 🤦🏾♀️
Every morning and throughout the day, to check-in with my students I ask them, "How are your hearts?"
Whenever I type 'really' in my writing, I delete it.
I spent the day in bed, absolutely uninterrupted. I haven’t had an uninterrupted day to myself in years. Not since having my little guy. So today was kind of a big deal for me.
’m going to continue to put forth every effort in ensuring my kids learn and love learning. But my work ends when I leave that school building. Teaching consumes me. It’s hard for me to separate it from other areas of my life. It’s draining mentally, physically and emotionally and in so many ways, it’s impossible. But I love it. And I love my kids. But when I get home, every part of me needs to be for my little guy. And after he goes to sleep, every part of me needs to be for me.
Self-care is
My 25 students along with 7 colleagues (3 ECE's, 1 prep teacher, 1 SNA, a student teacher and myself) were back (or able to be back) in the physical school building after 2 weeks of mandatory self-isolation due to a positive Covid-19 result amongst a student in my class.
Why do they treat us like we have no feelings. Like relationships, connections and stability don’t matter in education? Why do they keep talking to us about mental health and well-being when they’ve made it clear they don’t care?
My ‘leave’ was finally approved. Not sure why I had to apply for a ‘leave’ when I’m still expected to teach 🙄.
Who doesn’t have time to buy a shower curtain liner. 🙋🏾♀️