Confessions of a Principal Mother...Round I
Today, I write my blog and smile. I have wanted to write this entry for quite some time and today, well...today is the day. Today at the chiropractors office I was told, "you are always so put together and are always organized." I looked over my shoulder as I knew they could not be referring to me as I stood there in my UK shirt and purplish shorts that were far from being put together. There was no way. People, in the morning, I wake up hitting the ground running at 4:50 (after hitting the snooze button at least twice) most days with the song, "I Will Survive" playing in my head as these days in this work it feels like an episode of survivor on a pretty regular basis. I always thought I was pretty tough, strong...I mean I was the oldest of three farm girls, my dad wanted three boys...so you can envision the rest. He took no excuses and "suck it up" and "figure it out" were very frequent phrases heard by myself and my two sisters. Well,