Being a grown up

 Sometimes being a grown up is hard.  Lots of times it is hard.

Yesterday was tiring and my eyes are feeling WAY better, but I've been fighting an infection for a few days and that is draining.

I almost always have more that I want to do than time or energy to do it in.

I signed up for an evening class about math fluency because I want to learn more.  I don't want an evening/late afternoon class, but I signed up in a moment of optimism/delusion (it starts today).

I gave my students a test in a google form and I can't get the results to show up on my computer even though I've never had that trouble before.  I'm doing something wrong, but what?!?

When I got home, the sky was low and gray and spitting snowflakes.  More than anything, I wanted to sit under a blanket so I did.

Because I'm a grown up and I can do what I want.  

Sometimes it is nice to be a grown up.