Dammit I'm Here, People....

Teachers swear. I'm just saying. Some days, I want to start drinking again. Six year olds are adorable, and they WILL amuse you, but some days you just want to commit a crime.

I was about 15 pounds lighter when I started this job. But at an elementary school everyday is somebody's birthday. And every day a child with a friend will come to your room to honor you with a Safeway cupcake or Trader Joe brownie or Costco cookie. If only I had said no on that first day, 4 years ago, I might be a different person. But I'm not. I am now a very squishy person who curses the fact that everyday a cupcake will cross my path. I do not have the metabolism or the self-control to walk away.

So, what is this about? Well, I'm another overworked teacher who loves/hates her job and is ruefully depressed about the fact that I am no longer able to fit into single digit sized jeans.

I didn't say this was going to be deep.