It is 11:01 p.m. on Tuesday night, and I am just sitting down to do my Wednesday with Wanda post for tomorrow.
It’s not because I have procrastinated. It’s because this is the first time I have had today to sit down and write.
Yesterday, I worked at my job from 7:30 am to 4:00 pm, dropped my youngest son off at my sister’s house, drove 40 minutes home, changed clothes and freshened up in 15 minutes, then hustled out the door for my 3 oldest sons’ Open House at school from 5:30-7:00 pm.
We had to go to the Open House so the boys could meet their new teachers, but we also had to be there because I had to meet the parents and students of the third grade classroom that I will be teaching!
Yep. I am going to be a long-term sub (14 weeks) for a third grade class at the school that I used to teach at 11 years ago.
It was very exciting for me to be back in the classroom!
On the way home, we stopped at Lowe’s to get the handles for the table I was refinishing for the back patio.
I worked on that table until after 9:00 pm and then it took me over an hour to post about it.
This morning, I had to be at work at 7:30 am, which means I had to leave the house before 7:00 am, and I didn’t get off until 7:30 p.m.
I had to pick my boys up from my sister’s house, and it was almost 9:00 p.m. before we got home.
Of course, my stinky boys all needed to take showers before bedtime, :) so it was around 9:30 before everyone got in bed.
Then I spent over an hour filling out over 30 pieces of paperwork that the boys needed for school tomorrow. Tomorrow is their first day of school! And it will be my first day in my third grade classroom.
All the while, I am worrying about how I am going to have the energy to post for Wednesdays with Wanda.
I already know what I want to post about, but I would be up another hour if I did it.
Since Mom passed away almost a year ago, I have written about her every Wednesday. Not posting about her makes me feel guilty. I don’t want to let Mom down, or my readers down.
But I know the truth …Mom would never want me to feel guilty.
As I sat down at this computer, tears began to fill my eyes, and I could hear my sweet mother’s voice saying, “Traci, honey, you are exhausted. Don’t you worry about writing about me. Go to bed, sweetie, get your rest. I want you to have a good day tomorrow.”
For those of you who know my mom personally, I know you can hear her saying those exact words too.
Mom always knows best.
So I am going to listen to my mama and go to bed.
I hope you understand.
May each of you who took the time to read these words find God’s richest blessings upon you today.
All my love,