Running when the sand runs out...

There's a Rascal Flatt song that I have always liked about how I want to be running when the sand runs out. The last couple of days I have felt like I was about to be running out of sand. Most of the time I can stay ahead of things at work, but this week it all caught me off guard and I was terribly behind with a lot due again by Wednesday morning at 8am staffing. So, I went to sleep at 10:30 Tuesday night and set the alarm for 2:00AM, got up and let my fingers get busy typing away on the reports that had to be done. I had definitely made the better decision to get some sleep anyway. I finished in the knick of time to take a quick shower and run off to staffing. I actually got dressed okay only to discover I DID have my underwear on inside out all day (thank God no one else could see them!!!) Then it was time for the summer program kids to begin arriving and begin individual therapy and group sessions. I don't know how I made it through the day, but somehow I did.

After that I had a meeting at the Gourmet Gallery regarding an upcoming project at Perspectives about providing mental health therapy for the intellectually disabled population. Of course, this group was my originally intended group I wanted to work with when I returned to school. I'm so happy with what I am doing right now with adolescents that I can't imagine leaving it. Who knows what the future holds? Dinner was great and since I have been dieting, it was even better! I was rather smug, I suppose, to be able to say that I had recently retired from teaching that population after 29 years. That felt rather good. Sometimes I feel like the low man on the totem pole with the most years under my belt, but not tonight.

Today I think was the first time I realized that I like a lot of the people I work with. I mean, I really like them. There are some really great therapists doing school based work and they really care about their kids and they have great senses of humor and it seems that we have come together more this summer than ever before to understand that we have to stick together. (yes, Rachel, that was a really bad run on sentence...haha) Respect is such a key issue when working together. I think that was missing so often in the teaching profession. So many of the teachers I worked with did not respect the work that we did because they didn't feel that those special students really needed to be in public school or that I was even a real teacher. Administrators tend to give that same impression. Boy are they wrong!

Anyway, back to my original tale. Today was busy with lots of very interesting intakes that I cannot, of course, talk about here. I am tired, but in a good way. I have decided that I must like being busy. I have always been busy and I choose to be even when I don't have to be, so I must like it. If I didn't then I would stop it, wouldn't I???? So that is what I want to do....I want to be running when my sand runs out. That's not too much to ask.

Tomorrow I cancelled the clients I had and it is a pamper me day. I worked for it and deserve it. Oh yeah!!!