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I am not doing well on those goals.  Yesterday I got to school at 7 and stayed until 6:30, and by the time I got home I was so tired my eyes looked bruised.  Today does not bode much better: school, practice, then rehearsal at the church until 8:30 or 9 before I get home.   I’m already getting up at 5:45 so getting up earlier is technically an option, but not so much realistically.  I tried it for about a week, getting up at 5 to work out.  I’m not sure the trade off was in my favor at that point.  I’m sitting in my classroom, the kids working in groups learning about vitamins A, B, C, D, E, and K and their functions and sources, little voices working diligently, trying so hard to please me and to please God.  I am so proud of these children and I still have 4 1/2 whole months with them.  But as the busy-ness revolves around me, my very soul longs for a morning when I can sleep late, wake up and know that my house is clean.  Take my dog out for a nice long run/walk.  Come home and have whatever I want for breakfast (at the moment egg toast, or egg and cheese biscuits, or a bagel from Breugger’s all sound equally lovely).  Read.  Watch TV.  Take a nap.  Cook.  Have a cup of tea.  And all of these things right now are just out of reach.  My house is a mess.  I have piles of work and obligations around me.  It is an aspiration of mine I’m going to strive to reach.