Day 208: Prose: 6am
The alarm clock is in full uproar fashion by 6am. Rolling out of bed has never been enjoyable. Til I started working with kids. Now I don’t waste time. My coffee is steaming in my sore hands by 730 and my shoes are on by 8. By 9, I have tiny, warm, fidgety bodies in my arms. Sometimes flailing. Sometimes clinging. But by the time they leave my grasp, always smiling. It’s not easy. It’s not playing with toys and singing songs all day long. There are tears. And messes. And punches. And counting to 5 in your head. By the end of the day, I’m ready to hit the pillow and crash for hours. Days, even. But when I wake up, I’d still be ready to do it all over again.
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