Today is my first day back to my new part-time job as a preschool art teacher. You should have seen me last night- prancing around the living room, rejoicing to the fact that I am a "working woman" again and get to go to work the next day.
Wish me luck. What could have happened before the holidays did, plus more. Let's see- where do I begin?
1. The first day's lesson required GLITTER, cotton balls and glue. Need I say more?
2. Oh, the last class of the day had a glitter party on their own accord- art is so fun.
3. The next day we dealt with paint and an unhappy coworker (- I forgot about working with a lot of women).
4. Then there was the day I had the big bucket of soapy water for the little kiddos to wash their hands in that was accidentally spilled all over the floor (last class again).
Yet, I am very optimistic about my day today because I have had a nice refreshing break and have been praying constantly. I love the kids and they love me- isn't that all that really matters anyway?