...a good day and a bad day.
Monday has too much power over me.
Could it be that I had too much sleep because of the time change?
Could it be that those students were freaking energized and loud?
Could it be that my tights were too much?
My mom did call at seven am just to say I looked pretty yesterday.
My husband did send me a love-text during first period.
My cheer girls did give me an edible bouquet.
Somewhere in-between a good day and a bad.
More good than bad.
Just a Monday, after all.
Love, me and my tights