Walked into the center on Monday, and the classroom had flooded over the weekend. Water everywhere. And that sick, putrid smell. The one that made me drop my purse on the table, and ask, Why? As if Monday doesn't already suck enough. But actually, I don't hate Mondays. I usually like a fresh week. Like a clean page in a notebook, it's a chance to start again. To get it right. So I helped Sherrie clean it up, and we brought the kids into the room.
And then? Well then the leak got mad. And it gushed. And the water bubbled up from under the tile floor. And murky gray filled the sinks. And electricity went out in the wall outlets, and ceiling lights.
Fifteen 2 year olds. No water. No lights. No freakin' way.
So we moved them all, and they thought it was great fun. Nothing got accomplished. Just a lot of laughter, sweat, frustration, and a wee bit of ohmagodthisissoannoying-ness.
And then Tuesday came. Tuesday was a breath of fresh air. She was sweet, and meek and she let me rest and breathe and feel relaxed again. The waters had receded. Tide out. Happiness in. But I never really lost my happiness- haven't in quite a while. There's just too much thankyouforeverything-ness right now.
And Wednesday? Thank you for being gentle. Another good day. I tell ya, it's been like popcorn on a string. Just one good piece after another, all strung together and hanging tight in merry decoration.
So here's to Thursday, Friday, and all those days to come. I'm sleepy, and content, and just plain full of thisisthelife-ness, right now.
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