seriously? february? that was the last time i even had my lap-top out? what the?
any morw questions? or reasons to use a question mark in the first paragraph of this post?
huh?
so here i sit, burning through episodes of last man standing on netflix. i have dedicated the better part of this day to intentionally doing nothing. zilch. i feel like i earned it.
yesterday i subbed junior high. i guess i was due for another reminder, or "booster shot" as my mom would call it, for why i ONLY sub high school. ONLY. EVER.
i could see liking and 8th grader as an individual being. but groups of them? hah! yeah right.
the smallest class size was 30 students. at one point it was so stinky and sweaty-hot i really thought i could pass out. and what a relief that would have been.
there's no real specific incident to site, but it was more just a string of mildly irritating events mounting and building until my crank-o-meter was maxed out. i had little EIGHTH graders cussing and disrespecting all flipping day.

boy: *bloop* (water drop noise that some can make on their cheeks)
me: hey, quit that.
boy: what?
me: please stop making noises
boy: oh.
me: staring him down. blinking. staring.....
me: yes ma'am?
boy: oh. yes ma'am.

-

boy: after 20 minutes of class: i need a pencil
me: you've been here twenty minutes and still don't even have a pencil?
boy: nothing
10 minutes later
boy: still hasn't make a single mark on his paper and is crumpling up trash and trying to throw it from his chair to the trash can
me: get up and throw it away then get busy on your work
boy: nothing
5 minutes later
me: walking by his desk i point to the pile of trash by his desk: please throw away your trash.
boy: picks up the trash and tosses it under the desk nest to his. the boy in that desk pushes it back over. and boy 1 says "bastard"
me: whip around and say, no you throw away the trash like i asked.
boy: this is pathetic
me: well go tell the principal about it. get out.

-

me: for the SEVENTH time, your instructions are to not talk and finish your assignment.

-

why is it that Hispanic girls LOVE to touch pregnant bellies?

-

my hands sweat a lot lately. and with the body heated class room and my body heated body it was clammy all up on my palms all day.

-


i know i know... life is so hard. but seriously. i earned a do-nothing day.

that and growing a baby can be exhausting.


here we are about 9 weeks out. and getting pumped.
we got the baby room painted and it is going to look so cute!
i was a pretty fun process to work out the plan and execute it with my engineer husband. he is something else.and now we have expertly measured and painted stripes on two of the four walls.

the third trimester has been significantly less traumatic, thus far, than i anticipated. i just hope this trend continues.

a while back when i had gotten worked up over some horror story i'd read online and was certain i'd experience my dear man made a very simple and convicting and good statement.
you should work on having scripture to remember when you fret over something instead of reading up about it.
you need to trust God more than you trust Google.
yowza.
what a good thing to have said. so i have been way more careful about reading anything that can cause needless worry.

so i will leave you with that.
how can you trust God more in the every day stuff every day?