Here's something you may or may not know about me...my husband and I teach religion classes for a class of 9th graders in our parish.
It's equally exhausting and exhilarating. These kids. One moment something amazing and deep and enlightening comes out of their mouths and the next moment they're suddenly talking about SnapChat and nicknames and OHMYGOSH I HAVE PHYED FOR TWO HOURS!
I can't keep up.
Well, I mean...I lie. I guess I can. I get sucked up into their sidetracks so quickly I don't know what hit me and pretty soon I find myself trying to find a lesson in what they were talking about but realizing that in NO WAY does it pertain to what we were talking about before the sidetrack and then I just defer to my patient husband. Who sits there shaking his head at me. Please send help. For my husband...he could use a more focused teaching partner! ;)
We teach in our house, which leads to a really nice, relaxed, conversational approach to teaching...but also makes me 1. sweat about the piles on laundry waiting to be folded, 2. the dust on the steps, 3. the supper odor lingering, 4. dirty mirrors, 5. dirty toilets, 6. you get the picture. AND THESE ARE KIDS. They probably don't even notice 1/2 of it!
And yet, I can't seem to motivate myself to have a perfectly clean house every Wednesday, either. So, maybe I really don't care all that much? Oh, there is SO MUCH psychology behind this. SO. MUCH.
Also, remember those squats I talked about needing to do before we left for Colorado? Um. Ahem. Well, I think I worked out once and did a few random squats the other day.
Whoo whee! Look at me go! I am the living picture of motivation, my friends!!
Speaking of motivation...I'm super motivated to hit the hay right now. So with that...
See you tomorrow!