Grace Before Peace

Eyes fly open as the alarm goes off at 5am... Why do I have to get up so early? Standing in the middle of the closet staring at clothes... I don't want to iron, that's too small... I really should get rid of that but maybe I'll eventually wear it again, that's to casual... Ugh I don't know what to wear . Breakfast... Its cereal again kids. Mom didn't get up and make breakfast yet again . Dishes in the sink, laundry on the floor, unmade beds, tooth paste squeezed out, lights left on, I have no idea what is for dinner... One thing after another dragging me down before I even leave my house by 7am. I am annoyed with my life and flirting with depressing thoughts, that this is my new normal, as I head out the door. Normal? How can this be normal? How can this be the way life just has to be? Where is the "joy in the morning?" I fear it got drowned in the disposal I as frantically threw dishes in the dishwasher before walking out the door late-

Better late than never... This morning as I was coming in to school for the second time (the first time was at 7:30am to prep my classroom  for my students before going to observe my mentee across town) as I walked in just a few minutes after the tardy bell I saw a student hurrying in to class and with an guilty smile on his face and a fresh Starbucks in hand said "Good Morning Mrs. Bartmier, I am little late." I had a couple of options for my response: Option 1) "Really? I hadn't noticed! Hope that Starbucks is good because another tardy on your attendance is a downward spiral that leads straight to detention." Option 2) "Well better late than never, lets get to work." Not sure which response is politically correct according to the Danielson frameworks but I went with option 2. When I started this blog I had every intention of posting at least monthly and yet here is it a year after my last post and a fresh no bake cookie in hand... Better late