This post is more of a vent for me — a vent about everything that has happened since I last wrote. Yes, I know, it’s been a while. Hello again…

Do you ever sit and think about everything you are doing? And realize it is A LOT? And wonder how you’re even able to do ALL of it? (Kudos to you, by the way.)

For me — I wake up, get my son’s lunch bag prepared with his lunch, breakfast, seven snacks, and water. I make sure his AAC device is charging while I prepare his banana milkshake (warm the milk for 30 seconds in the microwave, blend with bananas), let the dogs out to use the restroom, put food in their bowls, organize my own lunch and shake… and then it’s time to wake up my son and get everyone dressed.

Phew! That’s about 103 steps already.

Then comes the drive to his school, then to my work — and that’s when the real day begins. I’m an administrator at a school, so sometimes fires have already started while I’m driving, and I have to put them out the second I walk in. I create my to-do list, and sometimes it immediately goes out the window because discipline ends up taking over my whole day. Disciplining a student — the bane of my existence. Sometimes it’s as simple as a student being honest and accepting a consequence. Sometimes it’s as hard as a parent thinking their child can do no wrong, and now your entire morning is filled with someone yelling at you.

Deep breath released…

Then there’s lunch duty. Man, these kids are energetic. I get it — I don’t mind telling them to sit down multiple times. My anxiety just hopes no altercations happen (or even something small that one kid does that bothers another). But the hardest part? Seeing all the trash they leave behind. Why can’t you just throw the trash away in the 10 trash bins provided?

Deep breath released…

Well, that ends, and basically whatever happens in the morning… happens again in the afternoon. It’s funny because some people say they can’t wait until the bell rings for dismissal. But even then, incidents still happen, and if it involves one of my students, I have to handle it right there. Sometimes it even carries over afterward. That’s why I always say: no, the day ends 15 minutes after most students have been picked up.

Then it’s time to pick up my kiddo, hear the report for the day, and head home for dinner. Time to feed my child, who may take their time eating… like right now. Sometimes I’m also prepping for the next day, and I suddenly realize I haven’t even sat down in my own home — and it’s already bedtime.

Deep breath released…
Well, that’s my vent. Time to do it all again tomorrow.

To all the parents and guardians who have a nonstop day: you are seen, and you are appreciated.