I arrive at work only to find a line of people needing my attention when all I really want to do is go put my food in the refrigerator and get my SMARTboard up and running with my newest awesome lesson. I go through the day being extraordinarily patient and kind and loving when what I really want to do sometimes is scream, "I'm sick and tired of you never having your homework." I have begun to feel like by the time I get home, I'm just plain, flat out done.
I absolutely love my job as a teacher. I think it's the best thing in the world and I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world except maybe teaching my own kids. Lately though I feel like I've been so tolerant of everything that I can't tolerate my husband or my children. I have caught myself snapping at them for little small things and what made me think even more about it is that my son is getting the tone I recognize as my own and I don't like it.
I need to be even more patient with my children. They can't be the benefits of my pent up frustration with a lack of timeliness in turning in assignments, or too many meetings in one week, or too many kids not understanding what I teach them the first time I teach a lesson. I have to get better at shutting that all down and starting new with the people that truly mean the most to me.
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