Last night I got home, I cut and weed-eated my lawn, unloaded and reloaded my dishwasher, did two loads of laundry, and graded half the stack of papers that I had from Friday (because I was too busy doing fun stuff over the weekend), and Monday (because I was sick), and Tuesday (that day). I accomplished all of this from the hours of 5-11 pm.
I was on fire!
Today at school, Laura and I were brainstorming ideas to do with our small groups. She would tell me what skill she was thinking of covering and I was coming up with activities left and right.
I was on fire!!
Tonight I got home and planned on grilling steak for the boys and me. I, of course, always buy the charcoal that always has the lighter fluid already on it so it will be fast and easy. However, it was not. No matter what I tried, I could not get that bleepin' charcoal to light!
Being on fire does nothing when you want something actually on fire.
So much for being on fire...
The Day The Sky Went Silent
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