This is my second year to start a new job at a new school. I am totally thrilled to have this job, and I love it already, but the start of the year is a bit overwhelming. I tried to get totally caught up on "home" things before it started, but I didn't quite accomplish that. Most of it will keep.
I have another day to work registration, which is an onslaught of strangers speaking in a foreign language. Literally. And I have no translator today. I know I can do it, I know I can. I'll just keep smiling. And say the words I know.
My darling daughter has just appeared out of the darkness of the hallway and kitchen with her quiet walk, and appeared next to me, fuzzy headed and warm skinned from bed, a stuffed animal under each arm, to inform me that she can't sleep. "Oh!" I say "Well, good news. It's morning."
Then her delightful chuckle and toothless smile is my reward.
She wants to know if we lived in the country, would a rooster wake us up this early.
This day is going to be alright.