Recant, incant, decanter

I love my job. Really. I. Do.

OK, so I was early, high on sleep deprivation (thanks to early-morning-cat, love of my life), and floundering in ill-founded optimism.

Still loving my kids, I have to admit to some rather ill-spoken lectures (never listened to - for my own benefit only) on how I put so much time in and no one appreciates me. Yeah. I'm Roseann Barr. I didn't even see that road coming, let alone do I know how I turned off on it and sped full-on into the brick wall of ineptitude.

So, gratefully I noted that everyone was headed to lunch - I had a 30 minute break before they'd all come streaming back in eager to learn, so I got back on and found this essay thanks to a link from my favorite English teacher ever (where have you been all my life?) - yep, her blog's on this page cause I just have to keep going back. SO, I'm feeling a lot better now. Thanks! Back to enthusiasm and adoration (me for them).