On Friday morning I brushed my teeth twice. Totally by accident. I forgot I'd already brushed them. I felt like that pretty much summed up my week. We've been moving (almost finished!!), we purchased our first home, it's the end of the semester in grad school and with that, of course, comes finals and presentations. I've had a million IEPs and IEP related meetings. I pretty much haven't known which end is up.
But now we've moved to our new house. The kindergarten field trip was successful for my kiddos and we all survived (relatively). The majority of my crazy meetings are out of the way. I have one more grad school project that's due tomorrow. I will finally be able to breath again. I'm looking forward to it. I'm excited to talk to kids and really listen, not have a check list in the back of my head about what I should and could be doing. I'm looking forward to reading books with them without thinking about what kind of data I should be taking and how I can present their reading ability to their parents and the IEP team.
Now, if I can find the box where I packed our tooth brushes, I'll be set.