Disheveled
I pass though
Mindlessly grabbing
Anything to satisfy my hunger
I see you
Butterflies
Ensue
Did you see me?
I try to forget my
Butterflies
As I turn my cart
Into the frozen section
I look up
Chocolate covered ice cream
Heart shaped
Butterflies again
I’m off to aisle 5
I’ll checkout
Then head back home
Alone, as always
My routine grocery run
Interrupted
Our eyes lock
Butterflies
A smirk
Butterflies
Approaching quickly
But not too close
Do I stay or go?
Stay
Smile
Sigh
Beautiful butterflies
Fantasies Flash Forward
Midnight kisses
Joyous days
Cozy nights
Embroidered dresses
Caribbean vacations
Household pets
Contained in
Our eye contact
10 seconds
Joint bliss
Come to me
Our forever
Starts today
About the Creator
Misses Educator
I'm a woman who loves the following: great food, great finds, and great relationships. Discounts are my best friends. I also am a school teacher of a pretty challenging population and a mother to three precocious children.
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Just yesterday, I scrolled past yet another post of one of my previous coworkers saying that they were leaving the classroom. This year is not for the faint hearted. Those who soldier on in these conditions are beyond amazing. Many educators have decided that this year is the year to put their mental and physical health first, something that is frowned upon heavily by society – even amongst purported “self- care” options. There is no massage that can fix unrealistic expectations, overpopulated classrooms, and countless hours of unpaid planning time. Before the pandemic, teaching was difficult. During the first stages of the pandemic, teaching was a whirlwind of learning new skills and striking a different type of balance. Now, over two years into the pandemic, the weight continues to pile on.
By Misses Educator2 years ago in Education
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