Things got super overwhelming with the start of my big girl job and all that it entails.
Friday was my first full day of teaching, and it was jeans day. I didn't want to remember my first day EVER as the day I wore jeans, so I wore a fabulous new outfit with super high summer wedges. I felt good, and I think that it helped me to have confidence in my classroom....because, let's be honest.....you can NEVER let those kids see you sweat. EVER.
Speaking of kids, I have decided that teaching middle school and 9th and 10th graders is not unlike The Hunger Games. I swear, at the beginning of class I can actually hear "May the odds be EVER in your favor" ringing in my ears. They'll eat you alive if they smell a weakness, so I'm trying to be as weakness free as possible.
This weekend, Mr D. and I celebrated our one year anniversary since he will be working this week on the actual night of our anniversary. Yesterday, we went to Cheekwood to see the literature treehouses and intended to have breakfast/lunch/dinner at Loveless Cafe. We get to Loveless around 11:30 and they told us that it would be a 2 1/2 hour wait in which I replied okay. Mr D. however went all "Antioch" on them and said something to the effect of "Aww...hell no!!!" and we left. Classy.
It is glaringly apparent that Mr D. was born in Oregon and not down here in the South, or otherwise he would have known that one can wait ALL day for good, homemade biscuits and preserves. Dang Northerner!
