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Frayed

Today I feel frayed at the edges.
It’s my fault.
I completely woke up on the wrong side of the bed.
I didn’t even want to get up.
The blanket cocoon was so very comfy and warm and it was so dark, cold and dreary.
It didn’t help matters that I knew there were a couple of things I had to attend to today that I just didn’t want to do.
Cranky.
Then that frustrating email.
Ugh.
And it seemed like I couldn’t quite get in sync with teaching all 3 children simultaneously this morn.
I ended up letting Mr. Conductor color with sharpies on a large piece of heavy paper. Right next to me.
The fumes quickly gave me a headache.
He didn’t seem to mind the least little bit.
We made a huge mess on the table and on the floor with schooling.
Which is normal.
Except that it helped perpetuate the continual fraying of the edges.
Mr. C and I are discussing circles this week.
I let Mr. C have a hole punch.
The floor is peppered with bits of colored paper.
I need to get my perspective back- there is still a lot of day left.
I gotta get past these grumpies.

Are you tired [grumpy]? Worn-out [frayed at the edges]? Burned out on religion? Come to me. Get away with me and you’ll recover your life. I’ll show you how to take a real rest. Walk with me and work with me—watch how I do it. Matthew 11:28-29

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