My life as a crazy cat lady...

Six months ago I was an energetic-ish young adult college student, staying up late making mischief(okay not really), living with my best friends, next door to the greatest neighbors ever... loving life.

God has a funny sense of humor.

I have now reached my ultimate destiny as a lonely old school teacher/cat lady... literally.  I go to bed incredibly early, I eat dinner around 4.  I preset my coffee on a daily basis... I use splenda...

Obviously I quit blogging... sorry to the three family members who so faithfully read my stories with love and devotion... I've been busy.

I think my last blog ended on a positive note, the first day of school. I thought my biggest problems were chatter box children.  HA.  These days it is more about kids throwing over their desks, on a regular basis shredding paper, and LOTS of girl drama.  Which I love. I did get an apple one day.. pretty sure it was stolen.  Sometimes.. I dislike those kids. Even so, I love them so much... it's a good thing I'm a forgiving person. 

I would love to update something wildly entertaining about my personal life.. but unfortunately I eat, sleep, and breathe third graders.  I wake up in the morning usually in a panic about making copies or fractions or about what to do if a little friend flips their lid.  I go to school and I usually begin my day with lots of hugs.  That's when it gets ugly... after the hugs.  Sometimes I think it's me... I last about an hour until I'm ready to run out the front doors and quite and then some random 1st grader whom I've never seen will run up to me and grab my legs... "HI MISS EDWARDS!!!!" ... ok ok ... I'll stay.  I pass out stickers and fuzzies and bribes of all kinds... because apparently you can't use the yard stick as a weapon, and I move on with my day.

I've always wanted to be a teacher.  I've wanted to be a teacher since I was four years old and I used to play school in my bedroom.  I still want to be a teacher, it's still my dream.  I'm still in love with kids... BUT writing mean notes home is not as fun as it was when I was "playing pretend." 

Like I said, God has a GREAT sense of humor. :)